Broken Wrists

She told me that I need to let her go. She said that I don't need to be okay with this, but I can't stop her. I thought she was the worst friend in the world. How could I go on living if she'd stopped? My life became meaningless at that point. I figured if she decided to die, I wouldn't keep on living. She wanted to slit her wrist. There are tally marks on her arm like bandages that really know how to stick and here I am crying asking her to quit, but she refuses because it isn't her time to quit. My face is wet and I have no way to get to her. I try to call the cops, but then I couldn't remember where she lived. I tried so hard to remember, but that was a dead end so I tried to find her mother instead. I searched high and low on social media only to realize she was nowhere to be found. Why hadn't I asked for her phone number? I looked up and wondered if this was a test from God. Days went by and I hadn't heard a word; the world was silent. I prayed to God every night. She texted me; I was so angry with her, what had she been up to? She tells me about it. About how she took a bunch of pills and split her wrist but couldn't draw blood. At that moment I knew it wasn't her time. The universe knew that if she died, I wouldn't be able to live.