Published: Mar 2008
I Watched Him Die
When my friend sadly passed away.
This was the day when a boy with a knife,
took away my friends life.
I shut my eyes,
praying it was just a dream,
But unfortunately it was reality,
the most awful thing I had ever seen.
The knife in his killer's hand went in to him like a dart and ripped his heart apart.
I can still remember his last screams,
and the fear in his eyes,
And his last words were
"I don't want to die"
I can still see him lying there on the ground,
with his own blood all around.
As great big tears rolled down his face,
His killer left without a trace.
He was only 14,
such young age to die,
and it was all because of a boy and a knife.
I remember my deputy head,
looking down on him,
And I kept thinking to myself,
Why isn't she helping him?
He killed my friend and I will never forgive him,
For all the pain his killer's put me through and my friend's family too.
I watched him die,
there was nothing I could do,
And as he died,
a part of me died too.
Now his killer has a life sentence in jail,
Which is good enough for me,
As in my eyes,
Behind bars is were he should be.