• WAITING FOR DEATH.
    THINKING OF ALL THE GOOD TIMES,
    I SCREAM,
    AND CRY EVEN MORE.
    IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THIS GIRL,
    MY FRIEND.
    IS.....
    GONE.
    I LOOK AHEAD AND SEE HER.
    SHE IS CALLING MY NAME.
    I SLOWLY WALK TOWARDS HER,
    NOT BELIEVING MY EYE'S.
    BUT SHE DISSAPEARS,
    IN HER PLACE..
    A KNIFE.
    THE ONE SHE USED TO KILL HERSELF.
    I GRAB IT TIGHT.
    A SINGLE TEAR RUNS DOWN MY CHEEK.
    THINKING OF OUR LIFE TOGHETHER...
    I DO THE UNTHINKABLE..
    I STAB MY HEART.
    NOTHING..
    NOTHING BUT DARKNESS.
    THEN LIGHT.
    TURNING RED.
    I SEE FLAMES.
    AND I SEE HER AND REALIZE..
    IM IN HELL...
    SHE LOOKS AT ME WITH A LOOK OF DISGUST AND TURNS AWAY.
    REMEMBERING THE DAYS WHEN WE WHERE FRIENDS..
    WHY DID IT ALL GO SO WRONG?
    EVEN IN DEATH I CANT GET AWAY FROM MY GUILT...
    WHAT DO I DO NOW?