Won't Forget You

I didn't know you long.
Hell I didn't know you that much at all.
Somewhere mixed between inter-webs and loneliness we found each other.
Nothing crazy, I guess we both just needed someone to talk to.
As days passed it was clear you wanted a little more and I wanted a little less. I guess life was just crazy and I'm not the type to try and get close with someone I've never met. So our conversations dwindled, but they never stopped. Everything seemed to go in waves. But for a while there was silence. After a week I finally got a message from you. You apologized. You had tried to kill yourself and stopped messaging while you were in the hospital. It took my breath away. Still stuck in a pit of depression you chose me to talk to. I stayed up with you until 5am saying anything I could to help. Anything. I was terrified. I mean, what are you supposed to say? Am I saying this right? How do you show support? I barely knew him. It wasn't like I was being an ass but I tried to be blunt. You needed friends and I said you needed to go out a make them. We talked for hours. Then finally I said goodnight because I had to be up in an hour for work and you messaged me "I know I don't know you, but I love you." I didn't know how to react because I wasn't sure the context you were using it as, but it made me think I said something right because you were still there.  Days went by we chatted a little things seemed okay.
One night I got a message from you, all it said was "hey". I remember seeing this message clear as day, right when you sent it, I got it. I put my phone down and didn't reply. I don't remember why but I chose not to answer at the moment and as the night went on my bad memory got the best of me. While driving to work in the morning I remembered, pulled out my phone and apologized.
No response. Not for hours. Not for days. Not from you.
Three days later I finally got a message. But it wasn't from you.
You were gone.
Not even two hours after the message you sent me your parents found you. Now here I was, I didn't even know your name and I have your parents looking to me for answers of why they're burying there son.  Preston. I was broken. I looked for every reason why I shouldn't feel guilty but even in my position I couldn't help but have my own world crash for a while. I wish I could have helped.
Then here I was in my own apartment not even a few days later and the expression on my face went from stoned to numb when my close friend told me he tried to kill himself three times that month and I couldn't even find the words to respond because I was scared. I was so scared. Every generic sentence I pushed out felt like a lie because I can't even keep my own shit together. I thought I was going to loose you too. I thought I was going to loose myself. I used to be able to help people with this stuff but it's gotten so hard lately. I don't know what wrong with me.