Poem #9
This is about my friend, Abby.
She is incredibly depressing.
It's incorrect to call her a friend.
Because we've been through so much again and again.
I love her with all the love in the universe and beyond.
And I don't want her to be gone.
I can imagine the fun times we could have.
Annoying each other while sharing a couple of laughs.
I've known her the least.
And I hope she remembers me.
When she's looking at her bare arm.
Participating in self harm.
I hope she thinks about that future.
Filled with inappropriate humour.
I hope she never leaves.
The Señors, and me.
-More to come...
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