he was her first friend,

and her first love.

her first date.

and her first kiss.

he was the first one she told

when her parents split up,

and he confident when she was depressed.

she told him the first time

she wanted to kill herself,

and he was the only one who knew of her plan.

he was the last one she talked to

and the only one who tried to talk her out of it.

he was the only one who cared

when she failed the first time.

he was the one to ensure she ate,

when no one else noticed.

he was the one who kept her alive.

he was her life.

and when he made her tell,

getting help,

he was the one she told

how terrified she was

when her new doctor put her on pills

to keep her sane.

and he was the one who explained to her

what schizophrenia meant,

and he was the one who disappeared.

he kept her alive.

he was her life.

when he left,

she did too.

after all,

there was no one else to stop her.