Category : Poems

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No news is good news
According to old sayings. 
I wish you family didn't choose
To take away the peace of my ignorance. 
You once said you always lose
And didn't see the point to fight. 
Your emotional problems we made light, of.
You had cut yourself and made tattoos of the bruise. 
Word got around town that it was suicide 
Or the high was good for too long. 
How do I manage now that my friend has died
When he's considered weak when he was strong?
Why did my friend have to go?
He left an “addict.” For he the world will never know.