“Asking for help”

Why didn’t he tell me the truth?

I don’t understand why he couldn’t just tell me that he needed help.

Why could he just have asked for help?

I don’t understand.

I would have helped him but he went another way.

He didn’t want to ask for help and I didn’t know.

I didn’t understand.

That he needed help.

I would have helped him.

But now it’s too late.

He’d gone.

He created his own way out of his troubles.

And out of this world.


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