Death makes a kill

Have you ever spent time with a special someone you knew growing up,
and you knew em your whole life?
And then that day comes where someone feels like they stabbed you with a knife?
That special someone dies,
All memories can do is cry,
We all wish it wont happen but it will,
Where death comes and makes just 1 more kill.

*my sister wrote this poem when she was only 11! when a really close friend died.:( so pleaz read,comment, and VOTE! thank you