I bet this wasn’t what you expected,
When you came out with me that night.
I’m sorry I dragged you into it,
When they came at us to fight.
They pulled their knives,
And I knew I should have run.
Then maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with this,
And I would once more see the sun.
I appreciate everything you tried to do,
And that you stayed right by my side.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart,
That you didn’t go and hide.
I knew it must have been a horrible sight,
For you to see my blood.
When he pulled the knife out of my gut,
And it began to flow out like a flood.
It’s over now, what’s done is done,
And I really wish you wouldn’t cry.
But I suppose you should let out the pain,
Because you watched your best friend die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem