One last lullaby

about two girls who loose their friendship and grow apart . the other started drinking and lost herself . Once she had enough she killed herself while her friend left her.

Your tears stream down my figure tips . You brush my arm. I smiled down told you it be okay . You laughed at the sun told me I was no fun . You said whats to feel if pain isn't real . I just fell to the ground as you ran around . Growing together like seeds we were planted . Trees we grew our branches extend .I hold out to you . At a glimpse of my eye you waved  left me alone, with no one to hold. I cursed at the air only for it to echo it back . The nights grew cold as you too my soul . Now memories turn to  miseries . AS we grew apart you cut down the branches . said time isn't ours .But fate made a date . You went off to school. Got lost in a car, off to a bar . Had to many shots saw tiny dots. Then it'll all fade away . I looked at the news which felt like a bruise . They found you afar from where we are . Your eyes were amused in total hue . So many colors.   All of these doubts and all these dreams suddenly seem so far from me. All of this pain pulls me down past the rays . When the clouds grew  a dark . I jumped through the rain waved at your grave and suddenly suddenly it's hard to breathe . I tried to change it back , but time couldn't spare . As I cry you try to smile . You said listen here . I stopped to hear . You said whats to feel if pain isn't real ?  I took a glimpse out my eye as you waved goodbye . You took your last breath . FEll from my arms . YOU weren't there . You left me alone all alone . Now all of the doubts and all of my dreams are suddenly so far from me . All of this pain is driving me insane . You fell to the floor . Blood streams down your face . I screamed to the cops you had to many shots you've been seeing tiny dots . Like plants we grew . Just like you weed shall not do . I look at the news which left me with a bruise . Poor little Stace was found with a trance in her eyes. You were found with a knife You took your life. Poor little Stace . What a mistake ! I jump through the rain to wave at your grave. I whisper near one last lullaby to pass us here. 

Reviews

[James William Dyer]

I liked the emotion, and the lyrical quality. It seemed a little jumbled at times, but this might have been on purpose to show the confusion in emotions like this.