The Darkest Day
February 9th 2014.
Started off as any other day,
awaiting the month of May
I never knew kids could be so mean.
She was my best friend how could I not know
The sadness she kept within
With every name she came closer to death.
with every cut becoming deeper,
with the rope becoming tighter
Every breath becoming shorter
she not only ended her life
she ended a part of mine as well.
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