Running on the edging cliff
Making due or passing by
Tormented by the thoughtless hours
Plagued by years you forgot them
Leaving the world behind your shoulder
Never looking back but always wishing
Scared to find that someone might die
And your heart will be forever breaking.

Death never chooses its next victim
Yet death comes all the same
Life’s worth is not understood
Until the life of one is taken
But death never chooses his next victim
He comes all the same
His visit is a mournful one
No matter who he’s slaying
The truth is people, mostly loved
Are gone within a second
And reality no matter how bleak it seems
Never took them for granted.
Like me…



It was 3:16 AM Tuesday, May 26th this morning when I recieved a phone call on my home phone.
I am currently writing this journal at 3:43 AM this same morning.
My friend Kaitlyn, only 3 years younger than me, so young... 15... overdosed and is currently in the hospital.
I don't know what to do. I can't do anything.
I don't know how many times we talked, she asked me questions, she wanted advice... I loved her like a little sister back then and still care so much about her... but that was 2 years ago.
I'm such an idiot. I hate myself.
It's my own damn fault that I wasn't there for her and now... I don't know if I can ever have that time back that I lost. 2 years wasted that I could've spent with her, and now I'll never now if I could've changed her life. Or made her live.
I'm a horrible person and a terrible friend.
And the saddest part is I've been too happy to think of anyone else but myself.
So selfish.
It took something like almost losing a friend to get rid of writer's block.
To hell with poetry. I just want my friend back.

I'm out.