I hold a photo of two little girls in my hand,
I can't believe the small beautiful girl beside me is now dead,
She was my best friend growing up thew the years,
As we got older we cried alot more tears,
Because she had a problem that she could not control,
So I guess thats why she did this to herself and let all the worrying go,
I tried to help her but I could not grasp and fix that one thing that she had the most trouble with,
I blame myself..because i could have tried alot harder than what i did,
She was all what you thought a best friend should be,
We had many dreams of growing up and learning all about life one day at a time just to see,
...Now I hold a gloomy photo with two teenage girls,
One standing up over a casket with a beautiful girl laying down,
Her eyes closed peacefully and with a face not full with sorrow but with a small up-side-down frown,
