Have You Ever Tried to Save a Life?

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About 10 years ago I belonged to a writing site dedicated to poets and one of the ladies there was named Obscurity. She chose that name because she believed that no one cared about her and that she was truly invisible. Her writing was becoming more depressive so I contacted her through messaging (like we can do here) so I could 'talk' to her. She was talking about suicide and was very serious about doing so. After several days of communication, she finally decided to do it. She told me when and how. I contacted the Admin of the site and told them to get her information to the local police (since she was in another country). In the meantime, I kept talking to her telling her that I cared for her and that this was not the answer. I told her she was not alone and that together we could figure it all out. While we were messaging, she said she had taken a whole bottle of pills. I contacted the Admin again and told him what she had done. By the time the police arrived, she was already dead. I was devastated that I could not help her. I wrote the following poem in her honor. There once was a poet; "Obscurity" was her name. She didn't want medals, money or fame. She wanted what we all want; that elusive dream. She desired to be loved; you know what I mean. Someone to hold her and let it be known. That someone cared and was theirs alone. But alas that was not to be; for our friend, the poet; "Obscurity".