To Save A Friend’s Life
It was another night, a night filled with despair I came outside to find my dear Sher, lying on the floor with a mouth full of foam and words he couldn’t bare speak or breathe, oh dear
I screamed, help but no one came to hear he lay there dying vomiting blood everywhere I knocked on the doors, and then came everyone He was puking his guts all over the house floor
They found, an acid bottle in his room near I picked him up, and but no one really dared to touch him as he lay there, I asked my uncle to drive to the hospital we persevered, we asked him to wait
As we rushed to the hospital in haste, I pick him up in haste and put him in the wheelchair, taking him to the ICU where he lays there, The doctors substitute IV and ask me to wait outside, I call the authorities, and his family to bear
Witness to night, that was a horrific sight my dear friend who was all right tried to commit an act of suicide, it broke me to tears, as I prayed to wait for him outside, as he lay there on the bed
Vomiting blood everywhere, the doctors switched and transplanted blood, to ensure his survival they worked, to clean his body from the acid’s damage I came back home, as the authorities arrived
They inspected his room and his belongings I heard that he did because his fiance sent a text “you’re nothing to me, Sher. I’m leaving you forever” This perhaps made him anxious, and he lost hope
He called her 50 times, and couldn’t get her to hold he first tried to overdose on pills before, and then drank the toilet acid, Clorox — to end his suffering once and for all, he never shared his pain and he did it right there
He used to boast of strength and would belittle others too he would talk a big game but never would agree to anyone in the end, he could have at least talked to us, we who thought of him as our brother — perhaps that is something he never thought
As the life, that made him strong — was the one that ended it all of how he boasted of a mediocre game, he threw it all away and survived to live as a mock, I don’t blame his choice neither do I support his cause, I do am sorry though
Perhaps it was written this way, so I thought — his attitude changed after he came back, he wanted to die perhaps he blamed it on us that we stopped, there is nothing you can do when someone makes a mockery of a deed that you do only out of love, and trust
