I was at home

Lying in bed

Heard a knock on the door

Ran down to hear what my mother said

Two officers were there and said something obscene 

That my best friend was dead. Bleeding out at the scene

At first I just could not believe

Thought it was all a dream

Until I heard my mother's grief stricken screams.

I started to run with tears falling down free

And when I reach my friends place I couldn't take back what I had seen

My friend lied down covered, surrounded by medical teams

But all I could do was stare 

As I slowly fell apart at the seams.

The next day the police returned once more

This time with my friends mother at the door

She was looking at us with a weak smile

But we could all see she was feeling vile

They sat us all down and asked us all things

About my friend Taylor Green

We answered with blatant honesty

Then ask what does this all mean?

They all looked at us with pitiful looks

I said "Quit looking at us like that you fiendish crooks!"

They said nothing as I blamed them for what they took

Until my friend's mother rose and said that Taylor was the real thief

I stared at her in utter disbelief

They then explained what happened that day

How my friend Taylor Green took her life away

I stared at them having no words to say

They then left being on there merry way

I learned that day not everyone is okay

That you never know who doesn't want to stay

I sadly am slowly falling at the seams

And you will only understand this if you are the next Taylor Green

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This is not a true story and for those who suck at poetry this is about a girl's sadness after her best friend commits suicide. This about how a lot of people are a Taylor Green. How Taylor Green does not represent one person but many and they are all those who are feeling depressed.

Are you the next Taylor Green?

#TaylorGreen

Talk to me if you are and please if you just so happen to have a story or article or anything like that about the subject of suicide, depression, or self harm use the hashtag above to spread this poems meaning.

Thank you and live long.

-BE/Teenage Poet