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If I die... what will happen afterwards?
Will you cry yourself 'till death
Or will you just forget me like always?
Neverless shall we forget...
the moments spent together.
Those unforgetable memories...
But that's all they are: memories...
So is that it?
Are you just going to forget?
What about all the times I helped?
About all the times I was important?
What about all our fights?
What about all our tears?
Is that it?
Just a plain farewell?
Do I mean nothing after all this time?
You make me sick!
I'm here, in this crumy hospital bed,
fighting for my life;
And you never even have the guts to show up
and say: "Get well soon"?
You feel guilty.
You left me to suffer and I almost got killed.
Maybe if you had stayed, we would both be here
together like the friends we were.
But go on...
Keep on YOUR life.
Don't worry 'bout me.
I'll just stay here and die slowly.
Not because I was shot at, but of disapointment...
You worthless scum...
And to think I called you "friend"...
My last words...
My final will: ...
Don't ever think of me as a "friend".
- by Fantastic Nightmares |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/28/2009 |
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- Title: You were my friend?
- Artist: Fantastic Nightmares
- Description: ... Two guys were walking down the road at night. Suddenly, a thug came hit one of them with a blackjack. The guy quickly stands up and runs away, leaving his friend in front of a gun. Luckuly, the guy survived but he's now on the hospital at a critical state.
- Date: 05/28/2009
- Tags: were friend
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Comments (1 Comments)
- pinkandsexy - 05/28/2009
- cool, I like this sort of poem, if we could vote, i would vote, im gonna give this rating 4.
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