the iron has rusted,
the snow has melted,
the pillars are weak,
and the domes are collapsing.
i won't say it was unseen because when
she cried on my shoulder,
and cursed the world
I realized she's numb and
exhausted
and it's not the world she hates but
the people
and what people can do.
her bones had become brittle and weak
and her skull was soft,
I don't hold any of it against her,
perhaps she tried her best.
I wouldn't know and I'm her best friend.
present tense.
life is a slippery bitch and once you fall
you can't get up.
it would have perhaps made it easier,
if I had knows why she did it
but she sent want anyone do know
because judging from her parents' face-
they had no idea either.
how I wish I had held her hands as she died.
(if she had just let me hold it)
sometimes I wonder what her last words were
but she must have been talking to herself and that is personal.
her former favorite tv show had been renewed a new season
and it shouldn't make me so sad but it does. I still haven't visited your grave-
I probably should,
but I'm so fucking mad at you.
but our bodies may not be immortal but we are
and you are living forever in my heart
and how much ever I try to
but I just can't get you out.
not that I want to.

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