This is a poem about my friend who keeps talking about wanting to kill herself and my fears that one day she will get her wish and leave behind not only me, her friend, but her family, her boyfriend, and others who love her. Its pretty dark but I hope you enjoy:
How crazy that yesterday felt like a dream,
with laughter and movies and cardgames,
creepypastas videos and scary dreams,
filled with coca-cola and greasy food.
We were happy yesterday, you and I,
and we talked about our dreams for the future,
of grander and importance,
of richness and frame that all craves,
we were going to show the world wrong.
Today spills the end of the future,
as you drove the knife into your arm,
trying to destroy a life too delicate to keep,
not caring about those who care.
We were best friend that been through a lot,
you were kicked to the streets without a care,
I was a loner who enjoyed her time alone,
but always wished I had more friends to talk to.
Still dreams about a better future motivated,
we had each other to lean on for emotional support,
I just never knew you would let a man destroy you,
by allowing yourself to blindly fall into a unhealthy love,
and thus driving you closer to a destructive state.
The third attempt was the last straw,
I watch you fall closer to death everyday,
the scar on your wrist is a painful reminder,
one that I have to prepare for,
someday you will succeed.
And on this sunny morning,
laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling,
I kind of wish I never met you,
just so when you do succeed,
it won’t hurt me.
I learn to stop begging you,
I learned to stop asking,
I learned to enjoy the time we have left,
but still I feel like begging one more time,
just please stay alive for me.