He didn’t die alone. A man heard the car accident that night. He ran out of his house with blankets. Seeing my best friend with his head against the steering wheel, he covered him up. He then stood beside him, holding onto him as he passed. He didn’t die alone. <3
If someone put a blade against my neck, or a gun at my temple, I wouldn’t stop them.
My grandpa was taken by cancer in January. My best friend, Jesse, was killed in a car accident in February. I lived March in a daze. In April I struggled my ass off to get my grades up, from when I was dealing with the tragedies. And now in May I have lost my financial funding for college and will not be able to return in the fall. It’s been a great year.
I wish you hadn’t of fucking died that night. We saved each other in so many ways, but I didn’t save you from what happened. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.
My body is full of hate.