The wind caught in my throat
I stare in silent horror
I stifle a scream
And run to your side
Your bloodied side
I stare at your broken veined wrist
And wonder why you didn't call for my help
Now you're gone
You're pain got the best of you
The very very best of you
I was too late
And not enough
I can't think
Can't speak
Can't believe what I'm seeing
"Why oh why?"
I ask myself as I begin to cry
I cradle your crimson hand in my own
My dear friend's life thrown
I let myself cry openly now
For my loss
Of my only ally
In the fight for anything better
I wish it had been me rather than you
But now I realize there's nothing I can do
And I should probably call the police
But not before I take up your knife
And join you,as I too take my life
 
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