My bestfriend, he was
I could not understand why he was always made fun of
He was great to me,
But then we did evolve from the same family tree.
I loved hanging wit him, and his friends
I never wanted it to end, but then
Time flew by, and he started to get high...and sneak out
And I was left behind to pout...I was too young to comperhend
This was no where near the end.
He graduated, but there was no celebration.
Since then, he become a new creation.
I saw him less, and less, all mom wanted was for him to confess
his location. Where was he, she cried.
As the realization made itself clear, she slowly died inside.
But I did not. I loved him anyways, he was different
And then the sickness became apparent.
Heavy with saddness
Inraged with anger
Vigor it ad stolen