My Best Friend Sciler

He looks at me with his hushed eyes,
Wondering why I told him lies.
I catch my breath and say to him,
It’s just the way I’ve been.

He slowly starts to walk away.
I turn him around and say we can only pray.
He thinks I’m ignorant, He thinks I’m absurd.
He doesn’t know the things I’ve overcome.

He saw what I did.
He saw the places where the blade had slid.
I see a tear run down his pale, blameless cheek.
I haven’t seen him ever so weak.

I say I’m sorry, and I regret
Doing the things no one will ever forget.
Later that night I grab a lighter,
And watch my skin get a bit whiter.

I feel weak.
Then I hear a little creak.
I look out the door to see what it is.
It was him, teary eyed, just because.

It sit him down and ask him why,
And before I could finish he said he had tried to die.
I couldn’t take it,
I didn’t know about this one bit.

I say I’m sorry for all I’ve done,
To make his world to the point where he grabbed a gun.
He spent the night,
But where there was no sleeping tonight.

We cried,
Together, We talked about the things we appraised.
We promised we never would again.
But a year later,
Both he and I was a descending elevator.

He took to many pills.
But when I found him lying face down,
I screamed, “Get up you Clown!”

He ignored me I knew what had happened.
It was the medication he had been attacking.
He wasn’t the type to over sleep.

A few days later I dressed in black.
Staring at my best friend, who I just wanted to smack.
Instead of that I leaned in quick,
Kissed him on his pale, faultless forehead and said “I’m your number one girl right?”
I tell him save a place for me,
My dear, special friend.

~Scarlet Rose