Blood soaked crimson around the dead
Memories of them fill my head
Memories of hate, and memories of love
Memories below and memories above

Things we've done that might disgust
Midnight kisses and unhealthy lusts
Secrets told and never shared
Best friends who always cared.

Tears drip onto a cold, dead hand
A friend traveled from a different land,
Never mistaken until just now,
As I sit there and wonder "how?"

Is this a dream or reality?
For forever or momentarily?
What would make her do such wrong?
Did she have problems for a life long?

Broken hearts and fallen tears,
Argues heard over all the years.
So what would make her suicide?
Is my life a complete lie?

I sit there staring at the knife
That took my best friend's broken life.
I wish that I could go back in time
To prevent her from this horrid crime.

Will I do the same? I ask
And pull off my hidden mask
Revealing a person with a broken soul
The one I've hidden because it's not whole.

Once a girl who knew no wrong
Constantly loved eight years long
Til death took him too with force and precision
It hits me and I make a decision

Now there is no turning back
My bright soul is now pitch black
From sadness and heartbreak tearing me apart
A silver knife embedded in a heart

A single tear forever shed
On the cold, pale face of the dead
Pick up the knife; say goodbye to love
I hear a voice in the heavens above

Calling me home with the sweetest of song
I knew this was the right choice all along
Take a deep breath, let the tears fall
And know this is it, once and for all

I lay down beside my very best friend,
And say I'll be there until the end.
I promised to shush and never blab
And end it all with just one stab.

~A not-so emo girl who is bored and wants to write emo poems.