Gone Forever

Gone Forever

A Poem by Rosalie
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The story of a young girl who lost her best friend and first love in a shooting. How she copes, her thoughts, and all of her emotions are out for the world to see what violence does.

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This world is so unkind

Why did he have to leave

He was so awesome, so giving

Something you would never believe

 

You should have seen him

So giving, so honest

So loving, caring, kind, funny, genuine

So helpful, happy and modest

 

He was my best friend

There for me through thin and thick

Was by my side when I was scared

Held my hand when I was sick

 

Why is the world so cruel?

He didn’t do anything to deserve this

He didn’t have a mean bone in his body

He was the person no one could resist

 

I stare at the far wall

Alone in my room

Hiding from reality

Denying the truth

 

It hurts to think about him

Being happy feels selfish

Being sad makes it hurt more

It’s like a fire that can’t be extinguished

 

I can’t cry

I can’t scream

I can only hold myself tighter

And let the silent tears stream

 

Why would this person do this

All I can ask is why

He never did anything wrong

People’s feelings are so dry

 

This person ripped everything apart

His friends, family, loved ones

What this person did,

It just can’t be undone

 

I feel so empty

So out of touch

I wish I could have at least said goodbye

I just miss him so much

 

I’m in complete denial

I want to say he’s still here

I want to call his phone or arrange a study date

I never wanted to be in so much fear

 

It was just last week

He invited me over

We sat in his living room

The one with the four leaf clover

 

He wanted to play video games

He had my favorite ready

He gave me first controller

I was waiting, steady

 

The game started

And I pounded each key

I thought I was winning

Until he beat me

 

We celebrated with ice cream

Chocolate sprinkles on top

I spilled a little on the floor

And he offered to mop

 

This world is so unkind

Why did he have to leave

He was so awesome, so giving

Something you couldn’t believe

 

It happened last week

The day I got the news

I didn’t want to believe it

Then I made a bruise

 

I never broke the skin

Just maybe hurt a vein

I have a purple splotch there

I didn’t feel the pain

 

It helped me get over what happened

Made me feel whole

But it was a short alternative

I watched the red water roll

 

Why did this happen

He didn’t do anything wrong

I’m sitting alone now

Listening to his favorite song

 

That person has my hatred

I hope he burns in hell

He’s the very reason

My entire world fell

 

I bet you anything

He was protecting his friends

Then this worthless jerk came up

He made an injury no one could mend

 

Physical to him

Emotional to me

My best friend in the world

Is dead as can be

 

The shooter ran in

Scared everyone around

Then he aimed his gun

At the first person he found

 

I’m so sick of the violence

It’s completely meaningless

It’s been in history forever

It’s like a game of chess

 

There are the pawns

Limited but there

They contribute to the game

A sacrifice we’re forced to bear

Then the rooks and bishops

Just a little more free

But they die off just as quickly

So the prize can be seen

The knights are the children

The limited but useful

They are trapped within boundaries

But their use is a bit dull

The true killers are the queens

Free as can be

Moving left right up and down

Attacking as she please

The king is the point

Every queen tries to make

Weather religious, political or other

Every chance she has, she’ll take

 

My friend was a rook

Useful and there

But in the eyes of the world

He was a pawn they attacked and just fared

 

These shootings are everywhere

You can’t get away

Without hearing about one more

In the light of your day

 

His funeral is in a few days

I’m expected to speak

I’m not sure if I can do it

I think my mind’s still too weak

 

My name is Raven

And my best friend died

In a stupid, senseless shooting

Where no one survived

 

Why him of all people?

He was my rock

He made me happy and safe

A little like a lock

 

I’m so sick of these shootings

So done with the slaughter

The violence is crazy

Here comes the red water

 

I hope he sees what he’s done

Causing so much pain

He better burn in hell

He’s the one to blame

 

This world is so unkind

Being so cruel and so mean

I just lost my best friend

Because of one stupid fiend

© 2013 Rosalie


Author's Note

Rosalie
My name is not Raven...
I don't do well with stanzas
punctuation might be off

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Call me Rosie I'm a student in high school with a way bust schedule. I'm a recreational dancer In my yearbook committee a part of my creative writing group and a novice for my school debate team .. more..