Poems

Friend

Standing in a field
a shovel in hand
Looking around for my friend
No where in sight
So confused and conflicted
Swear they were right here
Looking at my bloodied hands
A sickening thought crosses my mind
Digging up the freshly filled hole
Finding my friend mangled and dead
At the bottom of the hole
Instead of cries being heard
Laughter replaces it
The truth revealed
My friend was here but they're dead
All because of me
Now wishing I was dead
Laughter should not be heard but it is
Filling the hole back up
Slamming the shovel into the ground
A makeshift tombstone
Pulling out a knife
Scared for my life
Knowing it has to be done
Trembling hands
Slicing my throat
Bleeding out
My wish fulfilled
Ending my friend's life
Ending my life
Both dead
All my fault
Still not crying
Even in death
Still laughing
In hell
My friend is here
They don't hate me
They laugh with me
Thought I'd be rejected
Guess they're just as crazy as I am
In hell with my friend
Thought it was over
Its not and will never be
At least I have my friend

So I was listening to "Bury A Friend" by Billy Eilish when I wrote this it has nothing to do with me and my life or how I feel like my other writings.