He walked through the corriors alone.
now that the other was gone,
he was in solitude.
Everyone had sympathy for him, but none had empathy.
Losing your best friend would be hard.
But he is dramtatically different.
This has changed him so much.
He used to be happy, so full of life.
Now he drags his feet, not knowing where to go.
he used to always have a book, top his class.
But now he just doesn't care.
He wanders alone, his heart shattered.
Everyday, fresh cuts appear on his wrists.
Maybe we can save him.
He used to have a big group of friends,
but now he has isolated himself from them.
He used to play sports,
but now he doesn't bother.
When I look into his eyes, I see grief. And it pains me to do so.
I see silent tears slip down his now pale cheeks.
He quivers as I kiss him lightly on the lips,
and I am pleased to see, some life and happiness in his eyes.
