What Am I Supposed To Say?

I found out your news today. I hope that [N]'s telling me doesn't upset you.

I wish I could say something to take away your pain. I wish I could say something that would make the world seem better, or something nice. I wish some beautiful words would come flowing out of my mouth and into your ears to help you feel not so alone.

After what has happened, nothing I say can really help heal your pain. Nothing I can say will bring them back and take away the hurt.

All I can do is just tell you that I’m sorry for your loss, I hope you’re okay soon, and that I love you so much. Then I can offer a warm hug of sympathy from a person who has been close to where you are. All my shirts are nice and soft and warm, with plenty of cloth to cry into, should you need to.

All I can do is be there for you and hope that, sooner or later, you’ll be okay again, and then everything will be right with the world.

I'm so sorry, love. There are no good words to describe the pain I can only imagine that you're feeling. If you need anything, I'll be here for you, through thick and thin.
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Double post today. Along with the above to my dear friend, [T], I have some words to share with whomever is reading.

Lately, a dear friend of mine has been talking about killing himself on his birthday. His birthday is tomorrow. I haven't told anyone... yet.

If he doesn't change his mind by 8:00 my time, I will call 1-800-SUICIDE, and ask for guidance. I feel stupid for not telling anybody or calling anybody sooner.

He says that he'll be taking this risk. If he wants to take this risk, I'll take one, too, only first. Hopefully, my risk with prevent his.

Wish me luck. I don't need anything other than that right now, other than strength.

Isn't it so fortunate that I have the Suicide Hopeline programmed into my phone? (The reason why will be told in a future post, possibly.)