To a Friend
What happened my young friend,
to force your knife to your own hand?
We both have had it rough,
rocks have been hurled at us.
But while my blade cuts through stone and hell,
you raised yours to your flesh and fell.
I know this journey is hard and cold,
and when we're done we'll be young yet old.
And maybe our fates were unfair,
but somehow I don't care.
Remember friend, that I love you.
Even if I don't think I do.
And if you fall,
a small piece of me falls too.
By: Mackenzie McConnell