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When my best friend died

                                      When my best friend died

When my best friend died,

my world collapsed,

it was as if I was dying instead of her,

I could feel all the pain and agony she was.

Earlier on in the year she had an operation,

I had turned into a monster back then I got grumpy and all

At least then I knew she was ok.

But now it’s different,

it’s not the same.

She’s gone now and I’m like a living corpse.

Her memories taunt me,

those talks and jokes,

sting me like a hornet,

till I’m black and blue and can’t move.

I sit there for hours,

in front of my phone and next to my laptop

waiting for a call, a text

or her to come on Facebook or twitter

I try to have hope,

hope that she will come back,

hope that she will bring me back my life.

But inside I know that she will never come back,

but her memories taunt and sting so much,

sometimes I think death is better than life.