I see his body,
oh so weak,
and from his wrists,
there is a blood leak,
i feel like i have been pushing him aside,
and now it is my fault he is cutting himself to death,
and i am the reason,
he is losing his breath,
i should have seen his pain,
the sadness in his eyes,
but i didn't i couldn't even tell he was telling lies,
he told me not to come over,
but i did anyway,
and now i see him in a corner,
and now i can't save him he Say's he is dying today,
i feel so low,
i should have seen him hurting,
i didn't even help him,
in the war he was battling,
so i went to his kitchen,
took a knife and sat beside my friend,
and say you kill yourself,
my life too shall end,
he said no,
but i began cutting away,
he tells me to stop,
but him i do not obey,
he stops cutting,
grabs my knife,
he yells at me,
you better not end your life,
i yell you aren't leaving me here,
and he says fine,
and we cut away,
on the blood we dine,
finally we die,
and meet at hells gate,
i smirk and say,
looks like we are going to have a never ending date,
he smiles,
and we walk though the fire,
and we watch all the people,
running around haywire,
so i said you won't leave me here,
and we died and went to hell together,
one good thing,
is i get to wear a bikini because it is always hot weather.................
