You're really Gone... Aren't You?

You've been my best friend for 15 years, ever since kindergarten. A week ago you were killed by a drunk driver. Every night I sit in my room crying.

It was my fault. My fault, Liz.

If I hadnt called you, asking you to come over, you wouldn't have been out that night. If I had waited until morning, you would still be alive. I wanted you to come over for a surprise party. I wanted to finally tell you I love you. I've always loved you, always been there to help you, always wrote those songs that were secretly for you.

And you were on the phone with me when you died. I HEARD you die, Liz... I can't live in a world without you. It hurts so much...

I want to die too.

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  • im sorry, it very hard to understand, but if it was her time to die, it was her time to die. all you can do now, is celebrate a life that made you happy. try to connect with her everyday even if she dosent talk back, and know she will always love you. and you always have something to look forward too, you will see her when your life ends. but only if you wait, until its your time, trying to die wont change anything.

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