Crimson Tears
As I open the door
I see my friend’s tears
Tears of Red
I ask her why,
Why she feels dead
Crying tears of Red
She does not answer,
Claiming that it was the cat,
She walks away.
Leaving me standing with her tears.
I see her arm,
At school the next day,
Showing every tear
Since a year
I ask her to share
To share her feelings of despair
I tell her to go to the counselor
But she doesn’t give a care.
And later I see her crying,
Crying tears of red.
I feel anger,
Anger towards my friend.
Why doesn’t give a care about life?
I decide to ignore.
Ignore her despair.
Ignore her self-hatred.
Tomorrow comes, and I am called to the counselor
She tells me the news.
My friend is gone.
With one last hard tear.
She took her own life.
And in her note, she told me thank you for trying.
If only, I had walked to the counselor that day.
My best friend would still be alive.
^^ I dont know why i wrote this. its totally fictional. IM not into death or anything.
its about a person who feels regretful that they didnt do anything.