Ceiling Stars.

-Based on a true story. Its very long, but every word means more than you could ever imagine.

She took out a paper bag
Full of tiny fluorescent stars
Stuck them upon my ceiling
A galaxy full of promises and scars.

We lay side by side
Holding each others hand
We were the best of friends
Each other we could understand.

But I saw a change in her
Something I couldn't explain
Her moods started to turn
And she said it was only cocaine.

She stopped the drug-taking
And apologized for what she did
I needed to forgive her again
Because to me, she was just a kid.

Then she called me one night
She wanted to say good-bye
And before I could speak
I realized she was going to die.

Unsteadily, I drove to her house
I found her lying on her bed
With a bottle of Valium
Her breathing started to tread.

I quickly called for an ambulance
As I held her close to my heart
Why didn't I see it coming?
She was hurting from the start.

She got her stomach pumped
I sent her flowers and a card
She told me she was sorry
Forgiving her was just so hard.

She then blamed me
For calling nine one one
She wanted to be left alone
And do what had to be done.

But I just wanted to help
Do everything I could
I thought I did my best
And did what I should.

Finally I was painfully fed up
With her broken promises and lies
I didn't want to forgive, yet again
But I did pray she would just try.

Another night she called me
She told me something bizarre
She was going to bungee jump
Off of Lion Gate's Bridge Bar.

When I got to the bridge
She wore a helmet and harness
I begged her to just come down
We could work through this mess.

She simply, selfishly refused
I heard the ambulances sirens
I thanked God and begged her
This wouldn't happen again.

The psychiatric nurse
Held a needle in his hand
I couldn't believe me eyes
It was hard to understand.

A police officer talked to her
Patiently, calmly, very slowly
It was too late, she jumped
Couldn't believe it happened to me.

But the officer started to yell
Pull her up slowly! he cried
I couldn't believe it either
She could of have died.

She kicked and screamed
Started to say she hated me
I cried helplessly, so tired..
She could of flew free.

Its been so many weeks
Since the last time I saw her
I miss her so much
The image of her started to blur.

I tightly clenched the note
To see what she wrote instead
And carefully I fold it open
And this is what it said:

Dear Lara,

I wanted to thank you
For being such a friend
In your mind I know
Our friendship would never end.

I have learned a lot
I know what you are
You always have been
My shining star.

Tears rolled down my cheeks
I read it over and over again
I realized something though
Something hard to obtain..

She neatly wrote her name
Full of promises and scars
She left her phone number too
Surrounded by tiny, little, stars.