Losing Friends And Fingers Poem by Tessa Richardson

Losing a friend, is like losing fingers
its part of you and you bleed too.
With a guilty sensation that constantly lingers
like losing fingers, it hurts.

There are pains that seem unbearable
and chains so unbreakable
a sense of longing to have them back
and a loss, a terrible fact.

But like fingers, if you lose them
they're gone, theres no way to con
them back. You feel the pain, thats
always there, and without gain
it seems unfair.

And when you make a mistake,
One you solely regret.
You begin to feel fake
just like those fake fingers you get.
And yet this haunting pain inside
my heart and fingers, causes pain
and ALWAYS lingers.