Suicide of a Friend

If only I had realized,
Then maybe my friend would be alive.
I didn't know until to late,
She didn't want to face her fate.
Now all that's left,
Is her gorgeous silken dress.
Her lovley skin, ivory tone,
Is now represented by ugly stone.
I should have known,
When I saw the picture she'd drawn.
The gun in which I found,
Only later did I let fall to the ground.
But my friend,
Can no longer mend.
Her heart no longer beats,
She no longer eats.
I came running when I heard the bang,
But when I got there felt a pang.
For when I got there it was much too late,
I held her hands with tears on my face.
Goodbye to my friend,
Who came to a horrible end.