Sorry
I'm so sorry, how could I have not known,
Especially after how close we'd grown?
How did I not notice you're silent cries,
And missed the pain hidden in your eyes?
Why didn't I see your invisible fight,
And hear the way you cried at night?
How didn't I notice the missing knife,
On the night you ended your life?
Why did it take us almost an eon,
To finally notice you were gone?
And I guess that now I'll accept the truth,
Even though I fought it claw and tooth.
Even as this poem I pen,
I'm joining you, my Raven.
The others found him the next day, the poem on his desk and a pool of blood around his wrists. They decided to bury him next to Raven, so that they could be together in death. The Titans disbanded soon after, no one could stand not having Raven to yell at them and Beast Boy to tell them jokes.
So this is what you get when you stay up really late read Stephan King books combined with Chicken Soup for the Soul. Sorry for the bit of storyness at the bottom, it just wouldn't submit to a poetry format.