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Death of my Friend
Once my friend had an essay due
It was about the color blue
Mine was about the color red
And I was far ahead
My friends had so much stress
He only had one page, more or less
For the minimum was twenty
And that wasn’t even many
In fear my friend was writing
With pauses, his nails biting
Till deep at night, with no one to help him
With work due the day after
And always under a rain of laughter
But somehow he always managed
Until his father died
He just cried and cried and cried.
I didn’t see how bad it was
For he hid it at school
I thought he’d manage, with just some care
But that was just unfair
I could not see what was happening
How his heart was blackening
I thought he was okay
But now I realize no way
I was busy with school
And cared less than ever
Now I know I was a fool
He couldn’t reach the high level
Then got separated from us
I forgot what happened to him
Even though he had once been my best friend
We would say “Until the end”
That promise was now broken
One night I was awake
I knew something was wrong
I came out of bed and looked out the window
Suddenly I knew what he’d hid for so long
I should’ve supported him and helped him
I ran out my room, through the front door
And ran like never before
My feet started bleeding but I didn’t care
The wind blew through my hair
I fell multiple times but stood up
Was I too late?
Then I saw him
His silhouette was shining in the streetlight
Not to dim, not too bright
Above his throat, shining
Was a blade, held in his hand
I ran I ran almost whining
I jumped and screamed
Noooooooo
A slam poem about depression (Not a real-life story)