The News

When she told me the news
I knew that that was that
My hands starting shaking
My life was disintergrating
But i could not help that

I knew that this was coming
Please dont ask me how
When she told me how things were
I just sat and cried
It felt to me deep, deep down inside
That i had just had the news
That my very best friend had died

~i wrote this after my ex had just dumped me~
~please comment on this poem, it would mean a lot to me~