I don’t have a normal life
All the shit I’ve seen
I’ve witnessed hell,
Places you’ve never been.
I’ve seen my friend get beaten
I saw his final breath
Any idea how that feels?
To see a persons death?
I’m not Jesus
Jesus wasn’t there
He was nowhere to be felt
I had to watch and stare
I did feel Godly
Seeing his light go out
I should’ve gone got help
I should’ve let out a shout
But I didn’t
I didn’t try to help
I didn’t give my comfort
I wanted to hear him yelp
See he wasn’t really my friend
After he crossed me over
I told you I’d get you back
Super fucking nova
17th April 08’
they were my friend who did me wrong, but they're not dead, just wished it at the time.
Not sure how to take this one. It seems like the person written about may have been a friend one time then did you wrong and when they passed there was no remorse because of possible past hurt caused by them. Am I right?