Molly
By Chyna Rose
Disclaimer: Digimon = Toei. Molly = Sponge. Yamato, Taichi, and Sora are 16. This is a Taito folks, you know the drill. I refuse to be held responsible for your stupidity. Oh- a bit of character death. Sorry Yamato. And yep this is a song based poem.
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It's funny.
I thought I knew him.
We had been best friends for what seems like forever.
Just goes to show that you never really know someone.
I thought I was a good friend,
But then he never was one to let anyone get too close.
His own brother never saw it coming.
Ishida Yamato died on a sunny day in June.
He had many things others would kill for;
Good looks,
A great band,
Girls throwing themselves at him,
Friends that would die for him.
But he never had what he really wanted.
He didn't have me.
Not in the way he wanted at any rate.
After he died, we all went over to the apartment,
And sorted through his things.
Picked up what we thought he might have wanted us to have,
Or what we needed as a reminder.
There was no will.
God!
He was only sixteen!
That's the same age as me!
Sixteen year olds are not supposed to die.
Especially ones who've saved the world.
And definitely not one of me friends.
We're supposed to be immortal-
Sickness cannot touch us,
Cars and edges hold no malice.
Guns exist only in the movies.
And it is impossible to think about taking a knife to your own flesh.
Simply impossible.
Yet, that's what he did.
Yep.
Ishida Yamato,
Lead singer of the famed Teenage Wolves,
Holder of the crest of Friendship,
Responsible for saving both the real world and the digital one,
Killed himself.
If only he had told us something was wrong.
We could have helped.
Or at least we would try to have helped.
But no.
The baka had to keep it
Bottled up inside
Until the pressure got to be too much
And he had to let it out with his blood.
Leaving us to pick up the shattered pieces of his life;
Our lives.
Hikari was the one who found the note.
It wasn't a suicide note.
He didn't leave one;
Didn't have to leave one.
It was more like a letter.
And it was addressed to me.
It said that he,
Ishida Yamato,
Was hopelessly in love with me.
Me,
Yagami Taichi.
I was surprised.
I didn't know he loved me,
But if I did would it really change anything?
Had I have known how he felt-
About me,
About himself,
Would I have lied to save him?
Because I don't love him.
I never loved him.
Not the way he loved me.
But would I have told him I loved him that way,
Just to keep him from doing something stupid.
Something like he did?
I just don't know.
I know that he loved me,
And that I didn't love him back.
But I wish I could have loved him.
Especially if that would save him from himself.
Depression is a cancer.
It grows inside a person until they want to end it all.
And once that one life has been sacrificed,
The depression goes after those close to the dead.
It begins to grow in them
Hoping that it can take away one more life
That is better off lived.