The Friend by Julia Hoover ’20
Six girls crying in the back of a church
Fighting off demons that torture and hurt
Beautiful temple, but tired and faint
Breaking hearts and chipping paint
Watching her crumble from the other side
Prison walls split and divide.
“Like I’ve fallen into a pit” she says.
“A pit I fell into, and can’t get out, but I can still see the sunshine, I can still hear the birds,
But I’m stuck in my pit and I will never get to experience those things again.”
She rolls up her sleeve.
Oh
Woah
This is bad
This is really bad
I need to fix this
I can’t fix this
I have to tell someone
but she already did
Tell a trusted adult
Is one enough?
Fuck
I’m just a kid
I need to say something
What can I say to fix-
What will make this better?
What do I say that isn’t clichéd?
Should I be crying?
What if she thinks I don’t care?
I DO CARE I DO
oh God I do care so much
this could have been so bad
She doesn’t deserve this
I have to fix this
This isn’t real
No way
Not to her
Fuck
I can’t believe she has been going through this alone for so long
She doesn’t deserve this
NO one deserves this
If I could only take your pain
Fuck she’s crying
Fuck now I’m crying
“I had no idea”
“We are gonna get through this”
“Why didn’t you tell someone?”
“We are always here for you”
“Anytime of night”
“I love you so much”
I hold her hand
She can’t stand
“That’s totally fine, here I’ll help you up, lean on me.”
“Its ok to not be ok.”
I promise you
I will listen, I will always care
I will always try to be there
Please don’t give up.
please don’t lose hope.
Gonna find a way to throw you a rope
Please tell someone. Please get help.
Fight the good fight.
You are gonna be alright.