Gone

by D.M.Bradley-Whittaker

It's a poem I made from a question I answered in school about why Dallas killed himself about Johnny's death. Please R&R. (Even though Rated K, it has one cuss word - the F word.)

Gone

I had watched

As he suffered

In that

Hospital bed.

It was too mcuh to bear.

I was losing the only person

Valueable, precious

To me

Out of this whole

Fucked up world

There had been only been

One person worth living for.

And when he is gone,

What then?

What do I have

To live for?

What do I have to stand for?

I feel as if my legs

Are going to give in

From the pressure of my heart.

Johnny,

I'm not like Pony or Darry

Who have things going from them through hard work

Or people to keep them sane.

I only had you.

Already, I could feel

My mind, slowly,

Decaying.

I'm sorry

But I can't do it.

I'm sorry.

I'll see you soon.

Once I am gone

From this world

I'll see you

In another.

Wait for me.

It won't be long

Until I'm

Gone.