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Gomenasai (I'm Sorry)


We were friends We knew each other well But there are things I didn't know I didn't know them until it was too late You were hurting I didn't know You were lost I didn't know You wanted it all to end I didn't know You were happy I knew that Or I thought so It was Mother's Day When I got that call That dreaded phone call "A young boy shot himself You should know him He goes to your school" My brain goes into overdrive Screaming, shouting "No, no I can't be him" I think back to Friday I saw you at your locker I wished you well Told you to have a nice weekend You nodded and smiled You said you'd see me on Monday I didn't know that Friday would be the last day The last day that I'd ever see you My heart begins to scream "It's him; it's him" I go to your Facebook page There are messages "Stay strong...we love you" The tears begin to form I still refuse to believe this I send that text "Is he okay?" I get the reply I see the word that makes me sick "Dead" I break down The guilt becomes too much I wasn't there enough I could have invited you to hang out With me and my friends But I didn't You were my friend But I never asked you to hang out I feel as though I've let you down I feel as though it's my fault I just wasn't there What kind of friend am I? Now I know you're with Him That big man upstairs Watching down on me You're proud of me I can feel it The two year anniversary has just passedd I cried some of that day I felt guilty again But I felt you around me You are proud of me You are proud of us And you my friend Are forever a part of The class of 2013 I just have one more thing to say From me to you Gomenasai I know I let you down My friend My classmate I hope you are proud of us
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