Her Vices Poem by Anastasia Wofford

My best friend was left to her vices,
long, long ago,
she went searching for a buzz,
and got lost in the snow.
She had no one to help her,
even I was to afraid,
she became very bitter,
only the drugs could allay.
No one understood,
the pain she was in,
she’d get out if she could,
but where to begin?
Her clothes didn’t fit,
she’d lost so much weight,
but she couldn’t quit,
she should be dead at this rate.
I told her about this place I knew,
where she could get help,
she said, “I don’t need you,
just go help yourself! ”
I told her that I love her still,
she said I love you too,
then her health went downhill,
I never got to bid adieu.
Standing in the cemetery that day,
it began to rain,
I know this sounds like a total cliché,
but I think it was her, letting go of her pain.