Waking up on that Sunday morning.Feel so fresh, so cool, and ready to go.Getting up looking around the room for my black hoodie and blue jeans.As I was looking I can hear the clock tickingOnce I got a dress, I run out of my room as if I was running out of time. Getting down the stairs and heading down to the kitchen for that good cereal.I see my best friend texting me "hey, can we call" So I text back "sure, hold up" As I was getting my cereal I started to call my friend.I start to wonder "huh why are they calling this early"Once that call started I hear my friend crying. So I grab my phone and switch the call to Facetime As the phone was ringing I can hear them crying even more.When the call switch I couldn't believe my eyes.I saw them crying. . . with bloody red armsA rope around their neck, a knife next to them with blood, a gun next to that knife, and finally a pill bottle in their hands. When I look at them I was so shocked and so scared because I knew that suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the U.SSo I said "Hey, hey...just stop. Breathe and put the pill bottle down and keep breathing. Don't try to kill yourself you're better than this. I'll be going to your house right now and don't argue with me on that." After I said that they put the bottle down and said ok. The next thing I did was grab my red shoes and grab my keys.As I get in the car I start to hope that they are okThat everything is fine And that they are still alive and that I can save my best friend because they are my life and soul.
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Poetry Of Life
PoetryHas many different poems. T he ones that I write and other peoples poems. Also, there will be other things in this book.
