Broken Friendship
I had a lot of friends...

Best friends we once were,
keeping each other's back...

Seventeen years of living her life,
She thought it'd be time for her to be through...

She took that knife that she had in her hand,
And she looked at herself in the mirror...

What is this thing we call friendship,
This thing that everyone thinks is so...

I was going through some of my stuff that I have...
A Seed...

Trapped in the glorious years
within the memory of belief, lost of all grief...

Depressed is a word,
That's is rarely unheard...

It was said that you were my Strong Tower,
Everything I needed was all in Your Power...

Barely breathing and slowly dying,
We all dealt without the crying...