A/N: Hello guys and girls so I thought since it's been a while since I made this suicidal book and this book has gone far (In my opinion) then I thought that maybe I can do a Q/A. You can ask me anything about what my favorite color is to when I started to self-harm. I'M an open book. If I do end up with questions ill answer them in a chapter. I'll answer them on July 26th, 2018 so in a week. Bye, loves.
she died and I cried-
lost her to suicide
the anguish is too real
for one woman to feel-
the touch of her skin
too cold to bear within.
I try to wake her again-
for I lost my best friend.
a fever with chills runs down my aching spine,
I try to move on I life, but no I'm no longer fine.
the exact moment she left I knew it was for good,
but I never thought my sister actually could...
cross that line.
the pain resounds,
torment astounds-
terror of the phone
ringing while alone.
I try to call her again-
for I lost my best friend.
I stacked sandbags against the river of her woe,
the damn broke and now I shan't ever let go.
I wanted her to stay safe and dry from the cascade
of water streaming her way, oh that mess she made...
her agony I didn't know.
struggle for years,
too many damn tears-
like a willow weeping,
no longer sleeping.
I try to save her again-
for I lost my best friend.
she died and I cried-
lost her to suicide...
A poem call i lost her to suicide. I did not write this poem.
