Misleaded Friend

by Johnny V   Dec 7, 2004


He sat beside me,
We often talked.
I thought he liked me,
Maybe not.

We shared our problems,
He understood.
He never judged me,
Misunderstood.

He placed his hand against mine,
Million thoughts ran in my mind.
He gave me such a warming glance,
I thought we might have a chance.
I came so close,
He pushed me hard.
I fall, I fall down to the ground.

He hits me hard,
Takes my breath.
Little faggot,
You'll be dead.

Evil noises raced away,
I see the blood of May.
I hurts to think,
I cannot cry,
What did I do to die.

He wanted more that just a friend,
And now in my grave I lay.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ariana

    Awesome, very powerful imagery. I'd suggest just fixing up the spelling a bit. otherwise, nice stuff :)