16. Questioning. A true poem.What did I do wrong?
My best friend vanished-without a trace.
She once was there but gone a missing.
She's been sucked away; my precious angel.
I question myself; What did I do wrong?
She chose her lifestyle; I admit I was shocked.
I love her to death but I can't comprehend her choices.
My sister, my best friend, is gone
And I question myself; What did I do wrong?
Was I too hard on her for her choices? If so, how was I suppose to deal with my own feelings about it?
I wanted to be there, I really tried, but she wasn't doing her share and now I feel alone
I'm questioning myself wondering, why?
What the hell is wrong with me? She is my best friend, wait was my best friend.
We grew apart underneath the secrets, the pain, and it was all my fault.
So why do I still question what I did?
I'm the reason she disappeared.
I miss you old friend, come home to me please.
I just want to hang 24/7 like we use to.
But for some reason you've changed and now you would rather have them then me.
We once we
15. Silence.The silence is eerie between you and me
I can hear the whistling of the wind and shaking of the trees
I listen to the ants moving up and down hills of dirt, trying not to think of what you just said that is making me feel this intense hurt.
Why cant I ignore this extreme pain in my chest?
My heart is crumbling as you mouth the words Were over
My world is tumbling; Im spiraling down into depression.
Quiet nights with you in my room whispering lullabies in my ear will turn into overdosing on Vicodin to ease my pain and numb my broken achy heart
I feel as though a massive heart attack has happened and the result ended in my death but yet Im alive and walking. I will walk to class and I will see your face passing by and instantly I will be hit by a brick wall of hurt and deception and foolishness.
How could I fall so deeply and madly in love with you?
The silence is broken when you whisper my name
You look down at the ground and kick the dirt and you fro