Why did you leave?

I know the pressure your under,
I understand because I'm there,
There as a friend.
I know when you lie,
Like when you say "I'm Sick"
I can hear that there is something wrong.
I know the world is cruel,
Even to you.
Don't cry, don't cry,
I won't forget you.
Your my friend, my pal.
You can tell me everything.
I won't tell a soul,
I will be the only one to know.
I'm like your sister,
Now, where did you go?


This is the poem that means the world to me. It seems like an eternity since it was written for me, and I love the person who wrote it dearly she was the best friend ever, though I doubt they think this way anymore. Miss you Miranda....