text: please rate my poem!!? it was my fault  there once was a guy i used to sit next to in class. he would slit his wrists to make time pass. no one ever seemd to notice but me. i just sat there quietly. you could tell how he felt if you just glanced at his eyes. maybe thats why his death wasnt such a suprise. his eyes were dark and hopless inside. his wrists looked sore streaked with red lines. maybe if i spoke up this would all be a lie. but sadly its the truth. i just wanted to cry. was his death my fault? how can this be? it seems so unreal, im still in disbelief . eventually some day, i will get over it. maybe later on i wont feel so much regret. i wish i got to know him more, maybe we could have been friends... but theres no scence in wishing now, his life has all ready had its end.  r.i.p you assume responsibility for the sin of someone else.  you, a sinner, insist upon paying the price for another person's sin, which is not christ like.  a sinner cannot save another sinner.  there is no salvation in this poem for you or the suicide victim.  structurally it is good, though.  it does express an idea that most people are oppressed by, that the failures of others are somehow their fault.