Her Death

Her Death

I moaned and cried,
As I watched her die.
Why did it happen,
Why did she do it.
I was her friend,
She had no other.
They teased and bullied,
But what did she do wrong.
She was the victim,
She died because of them.
There was blood everywhere,
I couldn’t save her.
She chose too die,
And never told why.
She cut herself so much,
I felt like it was my fault.
I new she was sad,
I new they where glad.
I loved her like no other,
She made me smile.
I will make them pay,
And end my day.
Soon I will join you,
And be together for all eternally.

By Fred Smith