She was my best friend,

My right hand chick,

We knew each other like pooh knew honey,

But in a blink of an eye she was gone

Her eyes where no longer brown But candy red

Her face looked half dead most importantly she was half dead

How could this happened

She was a sweet innocent girl looking for a way out

How could one innocent green plant with red cheetah spots turn her into some half dead girl,

Who walk the halls with her head held high like there nothing wrong,

Yet everyone around her knows that everything’s wrong

Knows that she changed her life when she put that grape smelling blunt rolled up with green plants to her lips

She is the one that made me realize that every rose has its thorn

That every dark night has its sunny day

That every good person has there bad dark secret

I didn’t think she would just go…

Just leave me in this cold world alone

She was suppose to be there everyday of my life,

Every time I had a nightmare she was the one I called,

Now I just have memories in my head

Waiting to explode because I’m pushing against them

Pushing them back trying not to think about the times we played with barbies not by brushing their hair

But by pulling there heads apart

Laughing and giggling

Trying not to think about it about you

About the girl you use to be

I know a lot of people change

I just didn’t think I would stumble upon one specifically one of my best friend having a thorn growing out of her pretty red rose

I know now that every rose has its thorn