To be honest
People always ask for advice from me . People told me that i saved there lives . It makes me feel happy inside .
To notice I was build to fix millions . But today broke me inside that my heart stop beating where the silence were the sounds of screams .
I couldn't save my friend when I tried so hard to hold on tight to her . Only for her to let go .
I never gave up I kept fighting until my ribs aches and my voice got lost and the Imani which had no more fight in her.
Until I heard the voicemail and her words were goodbye instead of talk to you later instead of be right back or sweet dreams which calls another day .
. My mind was filled with emptiness feeling useless. I wanted to be the superhero but I guess I came to late to see the glass slipper which was left on the floor or the crowd saying we love you only left me at a dead end to a road of no where .
Was I to late maybe if I would have called her all those times she asked but I was to busy all I wanted to do was text her,maybe if I would have said I love you more or maybe your such an outstanding friend louder.
If my friend died I think I wouldn't cry but freeze because I would see her in my mind and think was she gone .
Was she gone lord not her please. I would break down quietly because I don't want people to see me cry my eyes out .
I would drop to the ground . To be honest I wish I could save lives ,To be honest I wish I had the power to move so much hurt out of someone .
To be honest this poetry was my last voice because I had nothing else left to lose . Only left with a pencil and suicidal blues .
I hope I'm not to late I hope she breaths again because if she gone .
My voice will be lost in the wind ...