There was someone, someone who was always happy. It was my friend he was nothing but a ball of hope. He was always thankful and happy and I would visit him alot. Until one day...that changed my smile forever.
The cuts.
One day I was talking to my friend we have recently graduated highschool and he also had recently broke apart with his girlfriend and his mother passed away his mood has changed from a joyful,playful ball of smiles to a dying flower no longer able to bloom again. So I was talking to him speaking about his familly and telling him that I'll be there when he needs me and then I saw it.....the...cuts... I questioned him about the cuts imediately and he replied saying "nothing ok?" and then I questioned how did you get these? He just said "nothing ok" and walked off in embarassment. The cuts did not look new they looked about 2 weeks old.Later that day he confessed to me and told me because of the stress and sadness that attacked him. As each day passes he sadder and sadder and I visit him less and less due to his sadness but we still keep in touch through texting.
The Sanity being held.
It's been 10 years since I saw my friends cuts, I have a career,my own house and my own girlfriend too. But I still visit my friend. I now visit him weekly and talk to him. Now on every wedsnday I visit his grave saying he was the best friend I could ever have and that I won't forget him.
