Blame

This poem is donated to a friend who died saving my own life. 10/02/10 Who shot Chelsey? It was the 10th of the 2nd, 2010, Nobody knew who he was or who shot his men. We were 10, we always were the same, We always joked and laughed and said it was lame. We were Carrananum... When we trained we were the same, But we had a different name. People knew things weren't right, We would train through the night. We were young and you we're stolen from me, I always cried waiting for someone to answer my plea. They took me, they did for 3 years, I could still feel you dying and hear the shot ringing in my ears. I feel and see you age and I will never forget you, even till the day I met you, I will always love you, Chelsey, even till the day I die. No one will replace you, you will always be by my side. You shouldn’t have taken the bullet. It was mine, my way out. Your death will never go in vain. Sister in arms and sister in my heart. I was dying, I was sick of crying. We knew it both that 1 day I would go, When you died, that week I tried to not let it snow.