My friend

I sit there
Calling for help
As she lies there
Rich red blood
Slowly leaking
From the bullet wound upon her chest.

I sit there
Watching over her
As she lies there
Her eyes as clear as glass
Unaware of her surroundings
The gentle rise and fall of her chest
As she breathes her last few breaths.

I sit there
Listening
To the faint beeps
Of the machine struggling to keep her alive.

I stand there
Crying
As I say my final goodbyes
To a friend
Who has left this world
And will never come back.

I sit here
Thinking
No one deserves
To die this way...

… To die
Because of a man
Who got his hands on a gun.