This poem is about my best friend who was unhappy about a guy who she thought hated her. Then one night, she was crying on msn. I told her that no guy is worth any girls tears, but the one that is wouldn't make her cry. She then told me that she was gonna get a butcher knife and cut her throat open. I ran all the way to her house and saw blood all over the floor. She didn't slit her throat, she slit her gut. She told me that the boy that was worth her tears, made her cry and hates liars. She only lied once, and she was one of the best friends I've ever had.
Fallen45/ Ash