With hope i prey

Here is a poem of a past incident

Here is sit
Watching my dearest friend slit her wrist

I feel the need to cry out for help
But only whispers come out of my mouth

I cry soft tears for my fear has just come to life
I wish my friend would stop

I call for her every night
And hope with all my might

That one day soon I will gain the voice of the truth
I didn't know what was going on till a second to late

Through a text she cried for me a suicide note with a plea
Crying some one to help

I got to her to late I found her in a pool of her own blood
As I fell in a pool of her blood I lost all hope

This friend l had once gained is sourly taken from me
And with her deat my life was gone

I lost my true friend and with that I lost me to
I will always miss you xxxooo