Love the dead ones

Its been a week since I hung out with my friend Marc.
He hasn't even been at school also I wonder if he's sick.
So I went to his house and knocked in the door.
They answered and said" hello how are you going armani.
Im doing good how about you.
Good, can I speak to Marc please.
He is very sick.
What does he have?
Cancer I'm afraid he has. When she told me I was in tears.
There was something I could do to help my friend survive.
"The doctors said he will be gone within a week.

So two days have gone bye.
When I visited they told me he was gone and I was pissed off.
I said how the hell did he die.
You said a week you promised.
I left right away and went back home on my scooter and went in my bed.

I knew I had to get over it sometime. So I went to school without thinking about it. But I just couldn't stop.
I went back to my house and layers on my bed.
I was so mad I had to do it. You know what I mean.
There was a rope and a tree outside.
I hung my self
I needed to be with him in heaven