Why Them???

I sit here every day,
and I ask myself why,
Why did I just sit there,
Why didn't I grab the gun.

I sit here and blame myself for,
the fact that Tommy shot himself,
Why didn't I stop him?
Why wasn't it me?

I sit here everyday and I ask,
myself and god these questions,
And that isn't all to my little tale,
Then it was Chris's turn.

Four days after Tommy's death,
I had to tell chris three days before,
On the Fourth day after I told him,
He was dead.

The doctor's tell me,
that it wasn't the cancer,
That after Tommy died,
Then Chris just gave up hope.

Once again I sit here and ask,
Why was it them,
Why wasn't I enough?
Enough to keep them here?

To this day I sometimes,
Sit and wonder,
Why didn't I try to stop Tommy,
Maybe then my two best friends,
Would still be alive!

Hey all the story behind this poem is about a year and a half ago my friend Tommy got made fun of because his brother had cancer. Well he got in a fight at school one day and he got in trouble.A couple of weeks later he shot himself in front of me. Then four days later his brother chris died. Please Rate and Comment. Thanks