Wailing sirens.
Flashing lights.
The ambulance speeds by.
Doctors dance through the door.
Medics ready.
I'm watching in horror
As the boy next door
Is being carried out of his house,
And into the ambulance.
His skin was pale.
Paler than it was before.
I could see that his eyes were closed.
His face was stone.
He was unconscious.
Then I saw the blood.
It drained from his wrists
Even as the medics wrapped it up.
He was dead.
Then I saw his parents.
His mother fell to the ground in tears.
His father screamed
At the drunken moon
Until there was nothing left.
And there was nothing left.
His only son
Was gone.
Forever.
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RandomI am left behind by the ones I deeply admire and love dearly. I'm afraid to get close to people because everyone I get close to forgets me.
