Hard time

Everyday we would play in the sand box
Until we got older then we went to the mall
Then we got older and started to go to parties
But now I wished I never took you there
Guys all surrounded us and told us to do dirty things
They took you away from me
I was left all alone to cry and lay there well I heard you scream in horror.
Then they came out giving each other high fives.
I cried harder and then went in after you.
I guess they didn't notice that you were dead.
You layed on the floor hurt and in pain.
Blood was all over.
I took your hand getting my hands and knees covered in blood.
So I tell you now that the Hard times never leave even if you try to drink or cut them away.
So instead of that I put a bullet through my little head.
What I stupid little girl I am to want to be with me best friend.