So many questions left unanswered,

Like, why would you leave us?

You left a scar on this family,

One that will take forever to heal.

This is all like some sick, twisted joke

That I'm waiting for you to pop out and yell "Got ya!"

That gets even more twisted as I stare into your cold, lifeless face,

I realize you're gone, and you're not coming back.

So many questions left unanswered,

You shouldn't have done what you did.

You bottled it up for so long,

Why not just say something?

You never should've done it,

It was beneath you, and I thought you knew that!

You cheated yourself you selfish prick,

And you made one cry, one that never cries.

So many questions left unanswered,

You left your two and only brothers.

Why would you do that to me,

But more importantly, him?

A scar that will not ever heal,

You gave us all when they found you.
A pathetic rag doll dangling from the ceiling,

And you could have avoided this and not given so much pain.

So many questions left unanswered,

And I can't try to help you anymore.

There is only one answer, that sickens me to think of,

Is that you're gone and you're not coming back.

An elegy in memory of Jordan M. Johnson, who passed away April 28, 2009.