Victoria's Secret

I just so happen to know This girl by the name of Victoria One of my better friends, a better-than-ever friend Ever since scraping my knee on the playground In 2nd grade, sweet little Victoria came to my aid And ever since, we've been the best of the best Not a contest of who I would pick over the rest But ever since high school, she began acting out to be cool Acting more whore-ish Piercing on her bottom lip Random kissing in public And I honestly had enough of it Victoria and I then finally to conversate about it I was curious about it, and hopefully could help out But then those words came out: "My time's about to run out". I was struck with confusion and worried to the fullest Victoria's eyes start to water, my heart began to falter Voice cracking, she uttered, "I have AIDS". I could feel she was lost and afraid Her feelings and emotions were spayed And I was just as speechless as the next guy Not knowing what to do, all I could do was try And console her, be a friend and be there for her She swore to me not to tell anyone I accepted it, kept it, cause she's not just anyone Things afterwards were very awkward I wanted to tell someone but I didn't want to hurt her My feelings were in the air My words were filled with despair My emotions wanted to keep quiet But my heart felt the need to say it was dire So I then told her parents, right in front of her The way her eyes stared into my soul so coldly I felt like I made the biggest mistake ever But I perhaps lost my best friend's trust Not very clever The very next day, I spotted Victoria outside of school I tried to talk to her to see if everything was still cool Victoria then snapped and pulled a gun on me My hands flew in the air My stomach turned flips on me My words stumbling and trembling, I tried to get her to reconsider Her actions, pretty volatile, although I knew her reason for being bitter As she lowered the gun from in front of my face She got teary eyed again Look at me with a smile, crying, said "I'm sorry" In a split second, she turned the gun on herself And off it went in her throat As her body dropped to the ground I dropped to my knees I begged and I pleaded for help But it came too late Her blood covered my hands Her death covered my heart In a cloud of uncertainty Regret, and extreme guilt The flowers on her grave are the only tokens of expression For how I felt, now that she's gone Victoria's secret will never pass on...