Teet, teet, teet,
the heartbeat monitor sounded.
There by the white sheets
and white pillow,
and white bed,
sat the former cheerful boy.
Frown never left his face,
as if someone
cursed his mouth
to never smile again.
That's right.
My best friend did it.
Out came his red and puffy face
from the doors
of the outside world.
With my only eye,
(I wished they
could just leave the room,
so that I could show him
my terrible wound
I received from him.)
I glared daggers at him.
He was crying:
I'm sorry! Sorry,
Sorry, sorry, SORRY!!
It was an accident!
No words
left my lips,
as I kept
with my glare.
I wanted
to look at him no more.
I felt like
that he needed a fist,
delivered straight ,
to his oh-so handsome face.