Triggered Life

In honor for my friend Yume who was killed on December 23rd 6 years ago. Bless her angelic heart.

How did this all happen again?

Happened six painful years ago,

We were walking down the boardwalk,

It was raining so hard…it poured,

We talked and laughed about our day,

Riding the roller coaster till we were sick,

Yet even as we laughed and felt that joy,

It didn't last as long as it did.

Everyone scattered to his or her cars,

Not wanting to get wet,

But both of us being fools,

We stayed out in the rainstorm,

The weather was restless,

And the mist settled in,

We held each other tightly,

So not to lose one another in this storm,

Yet on that horrible day,

I lost so much more.

It was your eighth birthday,

And we decided to have fun,

Thinking of losing our parents in the crowd,

Doesn't seem so much fun now…

We were alone, but together,

And the lighting then flashed,

We trembled in fear,

Then suddenly you collapsed.

I heard a big bang of noise,

Like a gun being shot,

I stared in horror as you fell,

Blood seeping everywhere,

I dropped to my knees,

Trying to push you awake,

It was all so useless,

But it must have been a mistake,

I cried for you to get up,

Told you this wasn't funny,

But then I touched your face,

It was bitter cold…

I then tried to get up,

But slipped in some liquid,

I fell into your arms,

Noticing I was covered in your blood,

I then heard footsteps,

People surround…

I cried for you to stop joking,

Then someone picked me up,

I screamed out your name,

Kicking to be free,

Then I heard all those voices…

She's dead…

No it isn't true!

You're alive,

Please awake,

My naïve sense didn't believe it,

My childhood went down in flames,

I was soaked in your blood,

It was my mistake,

I let you die,

I should've died,

You had so much to look forward to!

Please! I cried,

You didn't have a thirteenth birthday with me,

Nor a sixteenth one when it comes,

You died too soon; it wasn't your fault,

For I made you lose all…

I miss you with all my heart,

I wish you just didn't leave,

All those years with out you,

Suicide was my key,

I was insanely crazy and traumatized,

All those years of mourn,

I'm sorry my friend, it's my fault,

For you were only born eight years,

Senseless bloodshed of your own,

I wish they would kill the one you pulled it.

We shouldn't have ran off from our parents,

We could've both been safe,

Still I wonder why…

Shouldn't I be dead with you?

Was that bullet meant for me?

Why did that person pull the trigger?

We didn't do anything wrong,

Were we that bad you deserved to die?

Oh God, what has become?

My angelic friend, I wished you came back,

So childhood would presume its pace,

For all those years without you,

Were just nothingness,

In my heart,

I paid my debts in blood.