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This poem is for my best friend and her family. I hope everything gets better. She was killed by her mother driving drunk when we were 7 years old. I finally pulled this expirience up and started to write. It sounds better performed with the right voice and the right word spaces.

You never left my side.

And I cry as I see you fall.

I tried to catch you...

Never want to see you die,

and at night I think of you alone in the white room.

I punch the walls trying to awake God, Jesus, somebody but no one answers,

In the morning I call listning to it ring, He picked it up and at the sound of my voice slammed it down.

Hated by a Guilt Ridden man.

What did I do to diserve this and you...

I guess when she said she could also take you out she ment it...

I was in that car holding your hand,

I watched you die,

Trying, wishing, hoping it was me not you.

I felt your flesh go cold, and light in your eyes dim down as you breathed your last breath into my ear,

I hear it echo everynight in the black silence.

I remember screaming at you to wake up as the ice cold rain came down out side.

I closed my eyes and layed down on your lap,

Your lifeless body folded over ontop of me.

I sat up and shook you,

Best Friends Forever.