1.
I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore,
you texted me around 1 am.
What do you mean?
I know you're in a lot of pain now,
but I promise,
the things that seem
like the end of the world
will mean nothing to you
in years, months, or even weeks.

I'm in too much pain,
and I don't know what to do,
you think that killing yourself
will get rid of your pain,
but it will never go away.
It will simply get passed on,
to other people.
I guess you’re right though,
in a way it will get rid of your pain,
it will remove it from you.

You can't end your life,
it’s not fair.
What about your friends?
What about your family?
They will be stuck with your pain,
and the pain of losing you,
and thats not fair.

2.
I enter school Monday morning
I see tired people
not paying attention to what's going on around them
but not me,
I'm frantically running around the school
searching for you.

You aren't anywhere to be seen
everyone assumes you’re absent,
that you will be back again tomorrow.
But not me.

I knew that wasn't true,
I knew I would never see you again.

I spent my morning crying into his arms.
You are my best friend.
I need you.
At lunch I barely ate anything,
during recess I sat in the corner
but then I looked up
and I saw you
you were talking to some teacher
you told him you had a doctors appointment
but we both know,
thats not true.

3.
Friends?
Friends, that’s what you say we are, but are we? I don't think so. What is a friend? How do you choose a friend? If you ask me, I would say a friend is someone you can trust, someone that is always there for you, someone who accepts you for who you are and doesn't want to change you. But I can't say these things about you, so are we really friends? When I need you, you are always “busy”. When I tell you a secret everyone knows about it by the next day. So, why are we friends?  Are we friends? When I moved here, you were one of my first friends. You were nice, trustworthy, everything you would want a friend to be until people pressured you into to being someone you’re not. Now you treat me as if I’m not worth your time, but that was then, and this is now. So, why are we friends? You treat me as if I'm not a human, as if I don't have feelings, as if I'm simply not worth it. You don't talk to me in school because you say that i'm not cool enough for you. I'm not worth your time. But, on the weekend, when all of your friends are busy you come running to me or when you have a problem. We only talk when you need something, something that only benefits you. When I need you, you are busy and I can't take this anymore.i am not a second choice, either we are friends, or we aren't. And if you ask me, I would choose the second one.