As i lay here in the darkness
of my room.
tears falling from my eyes.
body trembling
heart beating fast.
i scream out "WHY. WHY ME? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM FROM ME TONIGHT?" i take a look at the
knife that lays beside me.
thinking if its worth it.
i take the knife cutting my flesh.
i see red. its every where
i touch the blood with my finger and write on the wall...
" I'm sorry"
- im loving of my dear friend.
im not the person in this poem my friend is.
