On Wednesday night,
I got a call,
that has changed my life.
My friend Joe hung himself,
and now I'm crying all the time,
and tempted by the knife.
I miss him more than anything,
he was my best friend, and
now I feel emptiness,
and nothing but pain.
I cannot get over this,
I sit, and I cry, and I cut.
Nothing can help, nothing but
seeing him again. Seeing my
faithful friend. He was the only one
that kept me from cutting, and now
I am just a jumbled mess,
and my arms are battlefields.
I love him and miss him.
Joe- 4/21/89 - 6/1/05
He was my very best friend, and now he's gone. Please comment me and tell me what you think.
I know it wasn't my best, but I'm having an of day.
