She was also my best friend too,
But people seem to forget that.
I loved her as a brother would.
She was my rock,
I was hers,
We relied on each other,
I couldn't eat anything for a while,
She helped me
She cut, I tried my best without getting any adult.
The other best friend is now shunned,
we all know she killed our friend,
our rock, our family, our glue
YOU ARE READING
The Life of Another Death
PoetryHer pain brought her death, Her death brought their pain, Their pain gave you this story.
