Loss of a Friend Poem

I wrote this poem from deep within my heart. It is a true poem, and I would like to share my version of events the day my friend lost his life. It is about my friend. He was stabbed at my school. I watched him die. I was only 12 when he died, and I miss him very much.

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Wow, this poem was way too close to my story. It horrifies me that the people involved are so very young. It was damaging enough for an adult (10 years ago my friend and I were 48). I watched...

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I Watched Him Die

Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008 with permission of the Author.

It was a cold and windy November day,
When my friend sadly passed away.
This was the day when a boy with a knife,
took away my friend's 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.
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 a 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.

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