Dont grieve for me (im already lost)

*when you read some of my poems they might sound like i want to kill myself physically but just like this one its all about emotions*

i always read these poems
of people who have lost
friends from broken down homes
their new found lives have tossed

i don't want to loose a friend
i don't want to a new found buddy
i don't want my friends to go
and leave our situation this muddy

I know someone has to go
but i want them to wait
till all our lives have a purpose
to end their life on a clean slate

All my friend are happy
with wholesome friendly homes
I now know I'm the person
who must star in someones grief filled poems

a poem of another
something I never expected to star
cos i know if i leave this world
my life story wont go far

Ive got the scars to proove
that Ive thought this way before
where i have to be the one to go
to make others feel adored

because all that happens when someone goes
is that a community becomes smaller
and as u drift apart
each life story becomes taller

at the end of the track when your almost forgotten
your life feels so bleak almost gone rotten
so you bring up a story of your best friend 06
who knew u so close and with you shared tricks
and all because u wanted sympathy
for the grief you never had
don't worry i know i wont be missed i can see already you'll be glad

So when i leave this bloody mess
I want a poem of your confess
of how you wont ever really grieve
over the person u lost 06
who left a hole in your heart I'll more then quickly fix.

*In this poem I talked about leaving I could have meant not being friends with them**This was how I felt after reading some grief poems*