He was a mean-spirited angry aspiring rapper
But he was my friend
Days and nights we spent together
There was so much laughter
He lived a life of turmoil and loneliness
Nine out of ten times he fell victim to his own mess
He loved snickers, soda and other sweet treats
He won a playstation from a snickers contest
Along with games and a year of all the snickers he could eat
It was the happiest I've ever seen him
Can still remember the smile on his face
Another joyful moment when he got a new dog
To live with him in his brand new place
Weeks prior I got in trouble for allowing him to crash
In our basement
With good fortune, a new apt and a pet I stood in amazement
It was less than a month when the apt burned
With the dog and playstation inside
Sat with you on my porch all night smoking
Back to back blunts as you cried
I never understood why his life was this way
But he was my friend
I moved away got a phone call months later
He had been shot several times
Callous thought "who could be more deserving?"
Because I wanted his pain to end
So was I really ever his friend?
There were tons of other episodes I neglected to mention
How can I write a tribute to my friend
Without bringing his pain to your attention?
About the Creator
Eddie Heath
Amateur writer, Investor and Realtor
Eddieheath2.medium.com



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