You took pills
To take your thoughts away
Red, violet, and blue
Were your favorite colors
You say
Red, violet, and blue
Are what took
Your life away

Some want to redistribute wealth
Perhaps instead we should redistribute love
Then wealth would redistribute itself

I am not a poet but the thoughts about you are poetry.

words are simply weak confessions
  sentences strung together cannot give adequate expression
vivid pictures still fail to give accurate impressions
  of just how deep we feel our endless depression