Her friend

by Laloser05   Jul 22, 2005


She took her friend,
On an adventure..
To a road with no end...

She took them to a place,
That had no light,
A man without a face.

Her friend who ended strife..
Wasn't here for him though,
It had to take a different life.

Its journey was to the wrists,
Taking some who hates life,
Who hates the idea she exists!

But the friend has always been there,
Unlike her other friends,
It was always there, it always cared.

It always listen to her,
When she cried,
And the blood was a blur.

The companion was always her friend,
Ever since this guy,
Brought them to an end.

So she said goodbye, To her friend,
It didn't cry.

She let go... with one last goodbye...
One last wish..
To her mum... as her friend, made her die.

Goodbye she whispered.. With her last breath,
Goodbye.. as she cried..
As she lingered so close to her death...
On the road with no end.. she died...
Goodbye to her friend...

The knife....

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