In the End

This is poem I wrote after learning that Linkin Park frontman, Chester Bennington, had committed suicide. May he rest in peace.

In the End

"It doesn't even matter,"
I heard you scream.
But it did matter, 
that you had to fall
into the hole 
at the edge of your heart-
the black hole 
that always threatened
to swallow your entire universe.
Every painful memory,
every tortured why?
pulling and stretching
and taking you to a place
where infinite beauty and
infinite sorrow collide.
In the end, you could not see, 
that for you the stars did shine.
In the end, you could not hear
the supernova in your own voice.
In the end, it did matter.
You mattered.
You mattered.
You always mattered.