She called from the hospital payphone.
The little genius girl who wanted to be a marine biologist
Now wanting to die?
I stood by the reciever,
My legs snapping like elastics to the ground
In an awkward embrace with the wall.
That was the last time I cried.
We were thirteen, then.
That was four years ago.
My best friend who I could have helped,
She is breathing right now
but I am not with her.
The death of my childhood.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
She called from the hospital payphone.
The little genius girl who wanted to be a marine biologist
Now wanting to die?
I stood by the reciever,
My legs snapping like elastics to the ground
In an awkward embrace with the wall.
That was the last time I cried.
We were thirteen, then.
That was four years ago.
My best friend who I could have helped,
She is breathing right now
but I am not with her.
The death of my childhood.
When is the exact moment that a friendship dies? When did we go from childhood friends to strangers? If I had helped her, maybe spoken to her more, would she have not gone into the hospital? Would she have been happy today?
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