Melissa Joy Chesky (1/27/92 / Edina, MN)

I never thought you could die twice,
my dear friend.
You never deserved such a bad life,
my dear friend.
I'm sorry I cannot heal the persistant wounds
that always seem to bleed,
my dear friend.
I thought bad events have been passed and disregarded,
my dear friend.
Please don't perish on this cold asphalt,
my dear friend.
Ask God to cease your bleeding,
my dear friend.
Your hands are cold and shaking,
my dear friend.
Don't let the light escape from your eyes,
my dear friend.
I so immensly regret to not realize this,
my dear friend,
but you can die twice.
You read my grave expression engraved on me,
my dear friend.
You take the last of your strength to incline your pale face,
and whisper hoarsely,
'Goodbye, my dear friend.'
Your hand goes limp.
Your pulse is nonexistant.
Your eyes flutter closed to hide the lost soul inside.