He was my hero,
He was my friend.
He was there when I needed him.
There when I called.
He held me when I cried.
He helped me through it all.
When I was down, he picked me up.
He could always make me laugh.
He wasn't a drug addicted
And he never cussed.
He got good grades,
his plan was set up.
He wanted to be a doctor,
No matter how tough it got.
He always was responsible,
He wouldn't hurt a fly.
He was my best friend,
So why did he have to die?
I can't help but wonder,
Why did the world hate him?
I ask myself over and over again,
I ask myself, why?
Why did he have to die?

Original Poem by a friend. Revision by Phantomteens_09.