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HIM
It was the best
Me and him
Him and me
He saved me
But I couldn’t do the same
He cut and he bled
From what’s going on in his head
As he lays in that coffin
And I fill with dread
“It’s your fault all your fault!”
His mother screams and cries
“It’s your fault all your fault!”
His sister yells then dies
And I cry and I beg
But the pain still in my head
That he died all alone
Now rotting to the bone
As I thrive
And thrive
But cut
Just to cut
And I am nothing
But to blame
Because he died all alone
With no place to call home
As I shout to myself
“It’s his fault not mine!”
But deep down inside
I know who‘s to blame
And it’s a shame
Because he needed someone
And that someone was me
Yet I wasn’t there
Now I lay with despair
So I cut my hair
To look like his
But I still won’t die
Till the time is right
Yet there’s no one to blame
But me
“It’s my fault not his.”
I tell the truth
I am nothing but youth
And truth be told
It was me
I wasn’t there
To pat his hair
And to lay in despair
With him
So I cry
Because he’s gone
I wanna die
Because he’s gone
But I can’t
Because I’m alive
To remember him by
Before I die
And say goodbye
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This is a poem I wrote three years ago when I was 12. This poem is about my best friend that killed himself when we were in 5th grade.