It never gets easier. Ten years gone by, my friend, and the pain is still as sharp, the tears still flow when I think of you.
Your number is still in my phone. I'm sure if I called it, someone else would answer now, so I don't call... I'd rather it remain your number forever.
Anyone who thinks that no one will miss them, know that you are wrong. There will be someone who cries, thinking of you, ten years after your suicide. There will be someone who keeps your number, knowing that it now belongs to someone else, but ten years and five phones later, still keeps your number, just to keep a piece of you alive in their hearts. Call them, before you do something devastating and irreversible. Please.