We were friends for so long, her and I we grew up
together, played in the fields played on the swings
Went to school, fell in love, had broken hearts cried a
lot, and laughed a lot
We were such good friends, we married, had children, got
older
I never treated her well though I called her fat, I didn’t
like her a lot of times
But she hung on, she was always there for me no matter how
bad I treated her, she was always good to me, she took me to places I thought I
would never go
Then one day something happened to her, the doctors
weren’t sure, they said wait
The years went by and I notice little things with her, a
stumbled, a tremble, a pain
The doctors now were sure she was sick, there is no cure,
I have to watch as she slowly deteriorate before my eyes, my friend and I always
had, my friend I never treated well
They give me pills so I don’t feel her pain, the pain that
she feels as the disease slowly eats away at her nerves
Shoulded I feel her pain? She has felt mine over the
years, now I am numb to hers
I will just sit by and slowly watch my friend, slowly die
She will leave me not in days but in years, I have to
watch her go
Slowly her legs will go, then I will carry her, I hope she
will understand, that I cannot feel her pain, it is too great for me
But I cry to think of what it is slowly and methodically
doing to her one nerve at a time. I can’t stop this war against her, I can’t
help her