There was a girl that we all called friend
Whose broken heart we could not mend.
We all knew her life was rough,
But she fooled us; we thought she was tough.
One day in class I saw what was under her sleeve.
I should've said something, I was too naive.
Then she started to skip school.
Something was up this wasn't cool.
On a day she didn't show,
I walked to her house through the snow.
I knew something had to be said.
So we sat and talked on her bed.
"I know something has to be wrong,"
I started, "You haven't looked happy in so long."
She simply turned her head away
Then asked, "How'd you know I'm not okay?"
"Two months ago, I saw your arm.
You lifted your sleeves when it got warm."
She said nothing, just looked down.
We were done; I could tell by her frown.
For some reason I thought she'd be alright,
Until i got a call late that night.
It was her mother; she was crying.
This was all my fault, I knew she'd been lying.
It's been two years since she died.
With myself I am still horrified.
There was a girl we all called friend,
I blame myself for her depressing end.
The Girl We Called Friend
i dint wanna publish this but SOMEONE *glares at nicole* made me. lemme no wat u think pls and tyDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
