Disoriented Youth

It wasn’t too long ago that I walked in on my best friend’s suicide… Maybe a day or two, maybe a week, I haven’t been counting. I can’t un-hear the gunshot and I can’t un-see the corpse that lay on the floor bleeding from the head and I can’t do anything about it. He’s dead and I’m powerless. All I can do is cry and it’s all I have been doing. No windows open in my house, none of the lights have been turned on. It’s dark here. So dark. I can barely see, but maybe this is what he felt like too…
Why, Nyxon? Why did you do it?