My friend in the mirror

I can write on and on about how his brains strong, a life lived long, one life lived through strife n sorrow songs, wait did you see that, lets recap and revisit back to when his life was lived without her conspicuousness, it was happiness till he fell deep within her conviction, his broken heart made him take that pain prescription, now he lives as memories through sentences conversed between old friends, old acquaintances, he maintained his sanity single handedly, damn it must hurt him beneath, I can feel it pulse, I can feel that pain staking hole, its placing aches in his soul, that's why he hurts as a ghost, haunting a home of loving folks, its fucking jealousy being provoked, did that girl know he died cause his heart choked, it couldn't swallow the sorrow, I sit wallowing sorry as a bystander, confused why his love was misused...mishandled, what's hard to fathom is that as it got cold only a single soul stood by his side, only I took the time to cry beside this guy, we looked to the sky together, to better weather, he saw the sunshine, damn it took a long time, he said he felt fine, what I thought was the final raindrop was a tear dripping, his breath dwindled and his grasp on my hand was slippin, a flashback takes my breath back, knives attack every nerve, I scream for the nurse, why does he have to hurt, there's no words to describe what I feel inside, I fall back no ground to stop me, I start runnin but cant retreat, my legs are to feeble for speed, where's the inertia I need, please god please, don't torture my friend no more, then I feel confused, the doctor says don't move, white coats n bright lights, "you've been stabbed with a knife", I see my reflection, the whole time the guy was the man inside my own eyes...I hold on tight now though, cause I know I cant die knowing my heart isn't whole. so I guess I'ma  see what the future will hold and pray I live to grow old find someone to love with my entire heart and soul.