The Darkest Day

 February 9th 2014.

Started off as any other day,

awaiting the month of May

I never knew kids could be so mean.

She was my best friend how could I not know

The sadness she kept within

With every name she came closer to death.

with every cut becoming deeper,

with the rope becoming tighter

Every breath becoming shorter

she not only ended her life

she ended a part of mine as well.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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