on the roof again
*okay everyone, i know it's alittle late for a serious one, but i lost the original of this poem. i wrote in the 8th grade. and i've been trying to remember the jist of it. and the jist is there, along with better rhymes and more explanation. and there is no capitalization on purpose, so watch the punctuation! =) i hope y'all dig it.*
you told me once, some time ago,
that you gave up on life, 'cause it hated you.
but we both agreed you should stay alive
'til you called me up late that night.
you said that we die when it's our time.
i guess your time made up your mind.
i remember you staggering home those nights;
random flings with faceless guys.
selling your innocence to devils in disguise.
it beats seein' a reflection with teary, black eyes.
you were looking for any way to take flight;
fast cars, hot clubs, or a mirror with lines.
yes, i remember carrying you in some nights
and praying you hadn't OD'd and died.
i remember way back to the innocent times.
we were three and had a sandbox and slide.
and we cut ourselves with rusty nails
to become "blood brothers" when we were five.
at six, you hit you head on the curb
because your left shoe was untied.
at age eight, i remember;
your first black eye.
and when you were nine
you ran away for the very first time.
it all flashes back like yesterday.
just like that, it ends today.
all those times you pushed him away;
his knuckles bled from making you stay.
you call me up and through tears you say,
"it's over now. i'm going away."
"what do you mean?"
"he beat me again. i just can't stay."
"you need somewhere to sleep?"
and you dropped the phone, to my dismay.
there were no good-byes as you stepped away
to the window ledge.
to your judgement day.
i pleaded and screamed into the phone.
i'd never felt so damned alone.
i can only imagine what happened next
as you stepped across the building's edge.
hands outstetched and chin held high.
left shoe, like always, still untied.
close your eyes.
one step forward.
let out a sigh.
all that pain behind your eyes.
you never let the world know why.
the neglect, the abuse, all the hurt.
the father's hand beneath you skirt.
i wish i'd let others know what i knew.
there's only so much a best friend can do.
now you're here, six stories high.
i thought you were stronger than suicide.
i hope you that you're always smiling now;
you'd only smile when i was around.
may there be peace in your death;
there was none in your life.
you joined the world with a scream
and left with a sigh.
We all got somethin' we need to atone for.
[This message has been edited by Ethan_Halo (edited 05-30-2000).]