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My Last Party

I was invited to a party tonight,
Me and a friend,
We decided to go out,
Unconcerned out the night would end.

There was a lot of drinking,
The smoke was burning my eyes,
My friend yelled over the music,
Going with some friends later and good-bye.

I sit doen in the corner,
I heard the person next to me say,
Here try this it's great,
While handing a needle my way.

I got up and walked away,
Then walked through another door,
There I seen a young girl,
Lying lifeless on the floor.

She had a needle in her arm,
And the look on her face,
Stuck in my head like a picture,
I had to get out of that place.

I ran to the phone,
I looked up to see,
Someone had a gun,
Pointing right at me.

I ran toward the front door,
Then i heard a sound,
The gun was going off,
Somone had been shot down.

I was afraid to look back,
I just wanted to run,
This was suppose to be a night,
Of relaxation and fun.

When I thought it couldn't get worse,
Then i heard the siren sound,
So I started to run toward it,
That is where i found.

A car had struck a pole,
One girl and two guys,
I fell to my knees,
And looked up toward the sky.

I cried out loud,
Lord don't let it be,
My best friend,
Who came here with me.

I open my eyes to see,
Three bodies lying on the ground,
As I walked closer,
I didn't hear a sound.

A policeman walked up to me,
He said can I help you dear,
I look at him with tearful eyes,
One of these could be my best frind that was killed here.

I told him I wanted to see,
The body of the young girl,
He said right this way,
That's when my stomach started to twirl.

He knelt down next to the body,
He started to uncover her head,
I looked down at the young girl,
I screamed Oh God my best friend's dead.

I felt like it should've been me,
That should've been dead,
I look down once again,
As he couvered her head.

That night i vowed,
To never attend a party again,
That night I lost my sister,
And my best friend.

Susie Brock
06/03/2002
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
This is a poem I wrote when I was thinking about one of my best friends. She is my cousin was raised as Sisters.

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boyshchrm6
Well my utmost sympathy.
Parties should be fun not tragic.thumbs up angel angel crying angel angel sad flower
holinesschild78
that is so true but some turn out worse than others.
trurorobonline today!
very sad my friend
rob
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