Lost Too Soon

A mind wiped blank,
a hand gone numb,
a face indifferent,
a body unable to move.

She sits and thinks,
and thinks some more,
trying to release the pain,
within her heart.

She stares at the paper set out before her,
but all she sees is the face,
the face of the one now gone,
the face of the one she loved.

Best friends 'till the end,
their motto had been,
every second spent together,
with laughter and cheer.

All the memories gone,
wiped away by one hand,
a hand with no feeling,
no caring at all.

There was so much left to do,
for the two,
so much yet to accomplish,
within their young lives.

Now there is one,
a heart turned to stone,
eyes too dry to cry,
a soul filled with pain and hate.

She tried to release the pain,
pull out the stopper to her soul,
allow the other to rest,
peacefully and finally.

She finds herself unable,
unwilling as well,
to let out the pain,
that gets her through the day.

Why should the other leave?
while she is still behind,
why should the other find release?
when so many promises they made.

She jerks and drops the pen,
staring in shock at her numb hand,
the pen she had gripped too tight,
now blood she had let.

She stared in fascination,
at the thin trails of red,
so beautiful yet deadly,
a forbidden thing she has seen.

As she watches the sticky liquid,
she sees a life flash by,
so filled with pain and desperation,
for such a long time.

Her eyes she could not tear away,
from such a wondrous sight,
so dark and deadly,
so filled with a soul tortured and cold.

She smiles an ugly smile as she pushes away,
from the place she had tried to let,
her suffering she wanted to let fly,
a friend she tried to put to rest.

She reaches out,
her hand not red,
and grabs a beautiful artifact,
so cold and shiny and perfect.

She uses it to read her mail,
now she sees it for something else,
something much more useful,
something much more grand.

She slowly puts out her arm,
reaching with her hand,
holding the artifact so perfect and cold and sharp,
she places it against her skin.

She watches as a thick trail of red appears,
behind the mark she made,
so addicted she is now,
she does it again.

Now she watches it all fall,
to her floor and on her clothes,
she is fascinated,
letting out her pain in such a way.

The other must stay close now,
for she will not cry the tears,
the tears the other needs,
to go to her Father and accept his grace.

Now she has cut too deep,
too much blood she has lost,
down the lane she has walked,
it seems she shall see the other one last time.

Her sight it slowly fades,
her soul,
the final pieces leave,
crumbling to dust upon a sacred wind.

She sees the others face once more,
tears streaming down the face,
of the one so beloved,
so much loved.

"Why?" the mouth seems to ask,
and that is all she sees,
as her soul is taken away,
to torture in Hell 'till the end of all time.

And so it seems,
it was not worth it,
to leave too early,
for she can't even be with,
the one she lost too soon.