No Longer Alone Poem by Sam Bowen

I feel the same way about my friends. Most of them have terrible lives. You know what's funny? You remind me of my friend. He's fourteen, too. He's not a writer, but if he was he would write like you. I'm not really friends with him anymore, and he did some terrible things to me, but you know what? I would still make his life better if I had that option... by dying or even just switching lives with him. Thanks for making me realize that.