Suffering To suffer the death of a friend, Is to endure more pain then desired, But to loose a person that was more then a friend, A person who stood by you even when, You told them to leave, Then the heart breaks, And you simply stop caring, And that is what happened, To me and so many others. Tseng, my savior, The one who saved me, Gone, Rude, my best friend, Who always stood by me, The Lifestream has him, Elena, the girl, Who saved me from myself, Dead. Shinra, Who offered me the job, Destroyed, My family Who loved me like no other, All gone, My heart, Who let me down, Dead and blackened. My life is gone, It left with the first three, My life not worth living, I stand at the edge of a cliff, As thoughts come to me, There is no one to say good-bye to, I am sure my enemies will be pleased, Red hair billowing in the wind, I jump. Author’s Note: Another depressing poem. *Sighs* I need something happy. *Sighs again* Questions comments suggestions you know the routine. Send ‘em to wilson@javanet.com