Falling Short

November 24, 2010
By Anonymous

Are you really asking me to decide
Between your death and our friendship?
Asking me to decide between your version of right,
And my version of wrong?

I’m drowning in this unholy gesture of such little self worth
But you mean so much to me. I can’t just stand here
And watch you go down this un-divine tear stroked path.
You’re tangled up in this sickly thread, and it’s starting to untwine and break.
To you, I must seem like I’m falling short of a best friend.
Does it really even matter, what I decide?
It does, but am I the only one who is risking to push the limits
And tell this fragile secret? I hope that you make the right decision,
Forgive me please?
But I’d rather face your silent hateful gestures
Then being to late.

The author's comments:
This peice was inspired by when my friend tried to kill herself. I was the one who had to tell her parents, and it was a really hard decision.

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on Dec. 12 2010 at 2:46 am
Abirdwithoutwings PLATINUM, Medford, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death.

I could tell exactly what your writing was about even before reading your comments on it. I've been there, I had to do the exact same thing. It sucks, but I want you to know that you did the right thing.


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