Suicidal poem

I had no idea what the poem felt
Almost ashamed,
I realized how little time i had spent on him
My poem, like when I wrote him,
Didn't tell the same story I had written
He had the nerve to ask for help regarding suicide
How insensitive!
I had created him and now he asked of me such foolish things?
The poem spoke for himself
Although I had no idea what he felt
And disagreed with his notion towards suicide
I was interested in knowing what else he wanted to say
So I let him write me for a while
In the end,
I granted him help with suicide
In the bottom of my trash can
Words erased
He lays
Waiting to be cremated

I probably should have spent more time on him

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