Somebody get me through this nightmare

Little deaths

So when i was little I'm going to say i was about 5-6 years old, all i remember was my friend his name was Ben. I really liked Ben he was my best friend. We played a lot outside.He wanted me to go to his home. But mamma said she didn't like Ben and so i couldn't go. I never knew why.

Later when I was about 12-13 I was still friends with Ben but he didn't go to my school. He said he was home schooled . He met me after school everyday at our tree, our tree was right next to a river about a half a mile down the street from my house. We always pretended that i was a princess and he was the knight in shining armor.

When i was about 14 my mom asked me why i still had an imaginary friend I didn't understand what she ment. my only friend for my whole life was Ben. i got in a really big fight with my mom and ran away, to where Ben had said he lived.

I have never been to Ben's "house" but when I got there I never went back

The address he had given me was the address to the Emery Cemetery, where I saw Ben sitting there on a grave. As I got closer I read the grave stone he was sitting by it read:

Ben Jones 1999-2004

Here's to the little deaths