I wish I had never let you go,
in guilt I watch you grow worse.
I never had a chance to say happy birthday,
because you were in the hospital.
Deep down, I still love you,
but I remember the smell of alcohol,
reeking from your breath,
and I can't be a part of that.
Your slowly destroying me.
I went over to your house today,
when your grandmother wasn't home.
I found you in a pile of blood,
and this guilt overwhelms me.
It could have ended different,
a bottle of alcohol ruined it.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
