I think I'm wrong
But did you secretly
Read my books
When we were
No longer friends
I know I did
I checked every day
To see if you had posted
Something that might be
Close to a suicide note
Or maybe something about
Me
I saw it and it
Killed me inside
I'm so sorry
I knew this was it
I had no second chances left
And then
I sat in my bed
And I looked
At all of the recent suicides
In your state
That we had shared
When I was visiting family there
Back when we were friends
But I was looking
To see if I had killed you
Metaphorically
Like Augustus Waters
He loved metaphors
But he died
And by saying those words
I guess I made you
Crack
And I am so sorry
I can't live without
The guilt haunting me
That I might
Have pushed someone
Over the edge like that
But like Hazel Grace Lancaster said
I said nine because
I was saving my ten
And I don't know how
Many nights I've
Stared at the ceiling
Tears trickling down my
Face
Wondering if you were dead
Because of me
I was wondering if I had
Murdered you
I hoped not
I wish I could go there
And hug you
Maybe share all
Of the stupid jokes we had
Make you laugh
I didn't want you
To die
I was blinded by anger
And I guess it
Ruined our friendship
I'm so sorry
I hope you forgive me
I never wanted to murder you
Metaphorically
Like Augustus Waters
He loved metaphors
But he died
Like Hazel Grace Lancaster said
I said nine because
I was saving my ten.
~ Fade
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