The Story of my Best Friend.

A Poem by Fading-to-Gray

this is an older one, but I've got something to say, no it doesn't always rhyme, but its poetry all the same.

Her name was Liz
She was twelve years old
She'd kissed a lot of boys
Broke her share of hearts
Thought she fell in love
That boy left his mark
Her momma never tried
Choose the drugs over her
Ran off like she could find
Something better in this world
Daddy did his best
But he didn't have a clue
She wear scars on her skin now
Cause there was nothing i could do
And she's lost to me now
Still I'm praying every day
She's found her way out of misery
Is not still locked Inside that cage
And that is the story of my best friend.

His name was Darren
He was fourteen years old
Had the kindest heart I'd ever seen
I swear it was made of gold
I loved him whole and truly
He saved my life you know
His poor Daddy never saw it coming
And that January snow
Metal hitting Metal
Skid marks on the road
Sealed his fate, ripped apart
My loves heart and soul
Now I'm sitting at his grave
On the cold and Frosty ground
Crying for him back
Though i never made a sound
And that is the story of my best friend.

Her name was Macy
She was eleven years old
A rebel from the start
She couldn't be controlled
It was her fatal flaw
That quiet reckless soul
She followed whole heart
Every whisper that passed by
So desperate to escape
The happy home that was a lie
She always found herself alone
Lost on a broken road
I do not know what became of her
That beautiful disaster
Her safety just another broken promise
And that it is the story of my best friend.

Her name was Daphne
She was thirteen years old
Quiet and fragile
She felt so deeply
It almost caused her end
Still with and undeniable strength
She doesn't know she carries
I know she'll overcome
These burdens that have made her weary
And that is the story of my best friend.

His name was Warren
He was sixteen years old
The cancer that robbed his strength
Could never touch his soul
Gentle and caring
Our rock and Glue
We began and ended with you
But you made your choice
Dealt your own final blow
Your last words to me
"Please take care of our girls,"
And that is the story of my best friend.

So i have been beaten
Black and blue
Lost pieces of me
While trying to save you
Some days I'm so tired
I start to understand
Why you did what you did
Why I am what I am
With this exhaustion inside me
I start to not care
Though whether in this I find freedom or death
I'll leave you to despair
So I will lie down
Search for peace
A fruitless effort
With all your voices haunting me.