Hey Chris,

I never knew you. Never heard of you until to be honest. I looked you upon Google. I love music, so you interested me. You were an amazing person who suffered from horrible things. Nearly 4 octave range voice? I can barely sing a nice sounding tune. You could play so many ranges of music. I can barely play the flute. You did so much with your life, you could've done even more. 

But you suffered from depression and substance abuse, which took a toll on your life. You died, by your choice, and now we can't hear anything new. Repeats and repeats. Sort of like rewatching a TV show after it ends. You know what's going to happen, but you watch it regardless. This isn't a joke though. We will never, ever hear a news oh my gosh from you. 

This letter is to people considering suicide or self harm as well. I have three words for you.  Don't. Do. It. People will blame themselves and will never get over it. People you barely know but met at some time will grieve because they dint get to know you. And just because the sun will still rise and the moon set after you kill yourselves, that is not a justified reason to kill yourself. Nothing is. Nothing ever will be. 

But Chris, you were amazing with what you did and now I think I will listen to your music to see how amazing you truly are. Thanks you for be such a savior to people and touching so many hearts. I never heard of you until now, but I wish I had knew you sooner.

-Katt

Not a Joke

Suicide is not a joke

Nor is snorting coke

Mental illnesses are a real thing

Unlike your sparkly bling

Never push someone too far away

Otherwise their day might turn grey

They might end up in a box

And you with their rocks

If a person says they have this

Don't say they're spewing piss

Listen to them with all your might

Because it might just help them in their fight

Remember it's not a joke

Because some people might croak

From their own two hands

And no one wants to bury them in the sand

It's not a joke

Never, especially when people croak