First gone

The night you died in my arms
You might as well taken a gun to my head.
Because i never forgot
What you said with your last breath.
I know you blamed yourself
What happened the night before
Was my fault and only mine
You begged for us to change our minds
Saying something bad would occur if we went
Not realizing you were protecting us
We begged to go
Because i went
You went.
You tried to stop
What happened to us.
You hated yourself fir that night
Its not your fault
Its ours.
You did what you could
When we left you
That night in your house
We didn't realize that
We would not see you alive the next day.
You called us the next day
We came over to find
The door open
Which was not you
Right then we knew something was wrong
But not what.
We walked in
You were just lying there
You died in our arms
Its why i came along
The pain from that day never left us

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[Krista]

This poem is laden with regret, to which I hope healing comes swiftly.