The ones I loose

I had three friends who tried to commit. Survived, just barely. Another has added to that list. This time, it's my fault. I've always regretted the day I fell. The day we fought. The day I went cold. I hope they find peace. My apology? My advice? Let's stop talking. It's more important to me that you hold your peace. Let go. I'll never see you for who you are under that mask. If you do succeed... I just hope for you to find rest.