This poem is meant for my two closest friends. They know who they are.
No amount of "sorry"s and no amount of tears can make this better.
She wasn't a part of my family, yet the pain is still here.
I'm so afraid to speak to you because I don't know if you'll hate me.
The tears will not stop falling for the person I never met.
All I want is to make your heart stop bleeding, but I don't know how.
This sounds so stupid, but if I don't say it then I'll lose my sanity.
You are my sisters and I can't bear to see you hurt like this.
Let me in; let me help you.
A/N-I guess it's more angsty than hurt/comfort, but I had to get this out of my system. No one is probably going to understand this because it's about a private event. Sorry that it doesn't rhyme, I was too lazy to do that.