your best friend whos been there for you since the 9th grade tries to talk to you about something
Only wanting help but you said not to talk about it to you cuz you didn't want to hear about it
You don't even know what your friends been keeping inside for so long but now youll never hear it
You wont ever hear shit from that friend again. you know why, cuz that friend is dead
Yeah. after all thoes years, 8 to be exact, and now look....
That friend you could have help is no longer there for you
Cuz you weren't there at the time you were needed tha most
Now you're sitting there dressed in all black thinking of tha one in tha coffin
Thinking what tha fuck happened what tha fuck when so wrong
You almost would have known
You were about to get tha whole story
But now, now...
Things can't change
Comments
-
very well written and brings some very crucial issues to the surface.
"Things can't change"
this is my favorite line maybe you could try to elaborate on this subject? im sure it would make for several more wonderful writes
-
Im a reader who just came across your poem and just wanted to let you know this was a good one

