I sit in my room and cry as I die inside
I watched my best friend go through suicide
She was everything I ever wanted to be except happy
She gave everyone a smile even when she couldn't make her own
I thought I was there for her but it turned out a lie
All she is now is a beautiful suicide
The last thing she said to me was that she was a mistake
That very next day she did what it takes
She left me
Never to come back again
All I wanted to do was be her best friend
But I can't the truth is
I'm the mistake
She saved my life when I couldn't save hers
I owed her my life and I couldn't even do that right
With a slit in her neck I found her dead
On what use to be her bed
I continue to cry for that very night
I wish I could bring her back but the truth is I can't
She was mine little secret until that night
Till she finally set flight
My once angel is gone and is now were she belongs
I can't help but be upset because now she isn't mine but a beautiful suicide.
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Beautiful suicide
PoetryA poem about something that i hope no one else goes through but i know i cant save any one from it sadly