This poem is about a past friend who I saved from suicide. Who is now my enemy.
Were you the one that made me-
The victim? I made some choices,
And there’s only one to blame. But
If I saved your life should I, my
Dear Christine still be the one to blame
For you being alive? There’s honestly
No evidence that you were trying,
Trying to live. And I have all these
Questions left that still remain. But
You do know, we all know life is
Not fair, nor will it ever be. Don’t
Avoid changes, you do however
Have to limit yourself from returning
To me. At least that’s how humans
Are. Don’t come back, you were my
Consequence for getting to comfortable
With life, you’re the reason I’m always
Nervous. Nothing will change the fact that
Friends like you are far from honest,
Remember this Christine,
You made me the victim.
Thanks for reading. So basically what’s happening with life right now is Dutch blitz every lunch. And we’re learning about credo’s in English. And I’m feeling a bit better with the new medication. And I feel like writing poems let’s the emotions out better. I hope you all don’t mind.