I never believed in you.
I knew you’d amount to nothing.
That you were a disappointment-
“A waste of time,”
“A terrible friend,”
I knew all of this time but,
You kept going.
For no reason other-
Than not knowing what else to do.
For being too scared to kill yourself.
For pulling away the gun last minute.
Yet you kept holding on,
And now- Because of you-
Flowers begin to bloom,
In a field full of death.
Copyright © Rachel Schlichting | Year Posted 2019
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