In memory of  frisby

Although I only knew ya for maybe a year or so, and hadn't had a chance to met ya in the real world, I really do miss ya. I remember that I was suffering from depression like you were and knowing how badly that knife cuts. And I was slowly starting to make progress and I wanted to help you do so too... sadly... that didn't work out.

I know that you were feeling a lot of pain and hurt while you were about... I just hope that, now your not here anymore, you've found relief from it all. I just hope that, in death, you found what you couldn't in life. That your happy now. The pain is gone and you can be at peace.

I know this seems a bit... overdramatic for one fellow suicidal depressive to another who only met over the internet and not even for that very long and I also know this is rather... well, late... the song may not be that good and I'm probably making a complete fuck up of all these words I'm trying to type here, but I... I miss ya... and I wanted to... make something for ya.

Goodbye Frisby.