AND SO IT GOES

A POEM WRITTEN AT 3AM ABOUT A FRIENDSHIP RUINED BY MY OWN HANDS

Too crude.
Too much.
Too little.
Too late.
Mistakes stacked.
Ignorance no longer effective
Love outweighted by pain
No value left.
Benefits long expired
Staying would mean death
A slow and painful demise.
But thank God she choosed to live.