Who

I'm looking over at the coffin
That holds my dearest friend
I'm sorry I've failed you
I should've told someone
Your terrible secret
I thought you'd read a poem
That was your favourite hobby
And told me about it
How wrong I was
How mistaken was I

There's no need for abuse
Whats the excuse
Apart from they're sick
Whats their excuse
I want to know
Coz abuse killed my friend
She cried out one last breath
She screamed "I hate you"
She screamed "It's over"

What am I going to do
I've lost the best friend
That I've ever had
How will I survive
With no-one to listen to me
To wipe away my tears
Who will care for me

© Mark Coates 2005