Magicblob12345

BTW THIS IS A POEM SO PREPARED TO BE BORED *ahem* You try to make everything right I turn the other way You try to ask me what was wrong But still I will not say. No matter how hard you try I will not say a word You beg and plead for me to tell But nothing will be heard. You walk away like its your fault I look to see you cry Up against that metal pole Hood is flicked up high. I watch you there a little more Watching you cling for dear life I see you pull out an object I gasp to see a knife. I walk over to where your at Grab the knife and set it aside So confused to see you this way I ask the question "why?" I curled up beside my friend