Where are you, my friend?
I called, texted and drove past your house.
You weren’t there, and as time passed,
I learned you were among the twenty-two.
You’re in the ground, an etched stone with a name; 
you gave up as many warriors do. 
Too many Demons in your head and it became too much 
    for you to bear. 
I feel hurt and betrayed because you chose that way.
I was a phone call away just like every other day.
I can’t help, I can’t cry, I can only ask why?
Rest forever, in peace among the twenty-two.
Suicide is not the only way.
RIP Mark Thomas… “Roomie.”