You cry softly as you gaze
At the picture held tightly in your hand
A picture of you and your friends
Smiling, arms around one another
The people who you loved more than anything
They took a chance, got drunk one night
And died in the single second
It took them to drive off a cliff.
You blamed yourself, convinced you
Were the reason they had died
If you had been there, they wouldn't
Have gotten into that car
You killed your friends, you are responsible
Staying home to study was your mistake
If you had been there with them
They would surely be alive right now.
You enter the bathroom, pen and notebook in hand
And turn the faucet on letting out
The scalding waters of your mistakes
When it is filled you enter
Letting the burning waters sear your skin
Accepting the pain as punishment
For your betrayal, you killed your friends
You deserved to die.
You start crying as you write
Telling your parents you were sorry
Asking for their forgiveness for doing this
That you could not live with the guilt
Of your friends deaths, you had killed them
And so you deserved to die as well
You sign your name below the sentence
Where you wrote that you loved them.
You pick up the razor, looking at the way
The light glinted off its edge giving
It an air of malice, it looked so appealing
Before you change your mind
You swiftly drag it across both wrists
Wincing at the pain that soon follows
Blood drips down shaping
Crimson flowers in the water.
As you slip into unconsciousness
You wonder how this came to be
You and your friends were seniors, ready
To head out into the world and take it head on
Because of a small mistake they were dead
And you would soon join them there
Everything started going fuzzy
The darkness follows as you close your eyes.
