Survive For Me

I wrote this about a situation that I feel very deeply about involving my friend. It's pretty much free-style. I never really use styles in my poetry. Maybe soonn....

The words drift quietly past me...
All around me...
Do they notice that I'm here? That I'm not myself anymore?
I hear his name and it instantly brings my heart to my own Shangri La.
But suicide,they are talking about...
Why must this discussion always slip from the lips of the ones around me?
My God,I hate this girl,for putting such a hatred in his dear heart.
And it makes me deprecate her more and more....
I regret every last living day,
One day,my love,I will end her sorry plague.