July 15th.
The day my world,
crumbled beneath me.

Awoken at 2:23 am;
hearing my best friends voice.
Over the phone,
telling me terrible news.

Another lost teenager,
took his life;
just minutes ago.
I knew instantly,
this was my fault.


Dropping my phone,
i fell to the floor.
this couldn't be happening.
I called his cell.
over,
and over.
No answer.
After calling at least 9 times,
his mother answered.

It had to be a joke,
a sick, sick joke.

I was cring,
she was too.
It wasn't a joke,
this was my fault.

Ive never had to deal with something
as horable
as this.

It's like having your heart
ripped out
of your chest,
by a stranger.

The stranger has no reason
whatsoever
to hurt you;
but he does it anyway,
just because he can.

This stranger has control
of all your emotions.
You can't even sleep at night.

You cant breathe,
this stranger is choking you.
He rips out your tongue
it hurts to eat, and you dont even taste.
He takes your sight,
you can walk, but you go nowhere.

This stranger doesn't deserve a name,
but i call him,
Death.