Edward...

My best friend Ed died at the age of 15 from cancer on Febuary 13th 2008...

Your coffin was carried across the pasture of the dead
While people watched and cried
Nobody….not even me
Could believe you died
Full of tumors, Aids and cancer galore
You were the doctors little play toy
They couldn’t even get your ribbon right
Why would they do that to a young boy?
Did anyone even put thought into this funeral
Or did they just want it over with?
I can’t believe you mother was there
She’s a stupid little b***h
How many brains does it take
To see that you were fucked up?
Maybe if she wasn’t such a w***e
She would have known to remove your cup
Your dad was smart enough not to show
Because if I ever see his face
Id punch and kick and scream and yell
Then spray his eyes with mace
How could he even begin
To call himself a dad?
When all he did was beat you up
And punch you in the nads
You couldn’t be yourself at home
And you cut yourself severely
It wasn’t until the cancer spread
That you saw your life more clearly
It’s funny how God works sometimes
With his cruel Indian giving
His brain must be foggy from prayers and rules
And all his angels singing
He’s to busy to even notice
You weren’t in pain or grieving
All that stopped when you lived with Bill
The happiness was misleading
But I guess life doesn’t have a pause
A rewind or eject
No take back, no do overs
What did we expect?
I miss you so much my heart will implode
But as long as I think you’re ok
Ill just keep thinking of you, dreaming of you
Until we meet again one day.

Reviews

[Hanan_Maliah]

Wow...what an intense amount of emotion and I find myself wondering does anyone see or feel the amazing feelings you are holding....that you have this kind of care for a friend and this anguish at the hell he lived through...keep writing to be able to release energy in any form is good and I often do this as well...