Please Dont Go(true story)

by Spunky   Nov 14, 2007


I sit by myself in the dark.
I wonder why is it that i had to watch him go.
Why is it that i find out like a day later.
Why is it that it had to be MY BEST FRIEND.

I know that he did stupid things.
I know those times we got high together.
I know me and you had our moments
Were we abused the drugs.
But i think about it all.

There were all good times.
They were all something i remember.
But why Damian why.

I wonder why i couldn't stop you.
Why didn't you stay with your family.
Why couldn't anyone save you.
Baby why couldn't you just have let it go.

I cry and sob
Think about everything we had.
I sat on my computer when i received the Phone call.
They told me the deal.

I ran to your house.
I asked if everything was alright.
They looked at me and cry.
Was it true?
How did it happen?
They cry and hug me and hand me a paper.

"The Body of a 15-year-old teenage boy was recovered from the Rock River Monday afternoon, He was fishing
when his line got stuck. He went in to get it out.
Then he was taking under water. Eye witness try to save him and say he was screaming for help. They say that river was so dangerous that no one dare to get in there and try to save him. Then he was suddenly taken down and wasn't seen then.Around 1:45 pm the next day a body was found 60feet from where he was last seen. He was brutally hurt and was of course dead"

Never then did i stay the same person without you baby.
I miss you Damian.
you were everything a girl can ask for.
My love and your love.
We were so alike.
baby we were best friends since 5thgrade.
I think back.
all our times.
i cry
and i think why why why!!
i guess its a way of life.
not will i grow to be a happy girl.
with the promise me and you made.
Damian.
Please i beg you not to go.
Come back and let me make it all better.
Help me.
Make me better.
Damian...
I miss you baby.
I love you.
Remembered forever and Never Forgotten.

Rest In Peace Damian Folwarkow.
Jan.10.1992-Jul.29.2007

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