She's gone.

Note; Erm. This is kind of a poem. I guess. It dosen't rhyme. but it wouldn't fit into a context of a story. I'm sorry. I need to express my emotions about losing my best friend.


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I can't approach her 
I don't want to. 
I don't want to be her friend. 
But I promised I'd be there for her. 
I can't do it. 
I don't want to. 
But I promised her.


I wasn't there for her at her time of need.
The only thing in front of her was the devil in a bottle.
She drank. Drank so much to numb the pain.
I wasn't there and she turned to drinking. 
What could I have done?
She won't listen to me
She won't look at me
She won't do anything with me anymore.


She keeps avoiding the subject 
Memories are lost as she downs the drink
What can I do with that? 
She's not facing her greatest fear. 
She's running from it and she's is soothing the emotional pain
With literal pain. 
It burns as it slips down her throat and messes up her already damned mind.
She's made up her mind. This is how she wants to live.
The pain subsides (for a while) as she parties, wildly.
It won't last. 
She knows this.
What am I suppose to do?


She's my best friend 
She's gone to alcohol.
There's no turning back