Sorry Poem by Kirsten Hack

To my friend
It's my fault you descend
The nights you died
I lied
I saw it all
I watched you fall
I made you drink
But didn't expect you to sink
you wondered off
you were trashed alot
I followed you on to the road
In this drunken mode
Along came a car
I thought it was so far
I saw you fly
I saw you die
The blood you shed
Should have been mine instead
I ran away
I was afraid
But now I will end it with my blade
It's my fault your gone
And all I do is mourn
I tore your family apart
Like a knife straight threw their heart
What's the point to stay
I made my friend go away
Everyone hates me for this
There's no point to live
There'll be no tears
I have no more fears
I slide this knife across my throat
and watch myself as I choke
No need to say goodbye
Because you didn't get to as you died
I take one last breath
I just can't forget
One word to say
That will make your day