My Mind

When I was a kid,

I grew up happy and sane,

Till I saw the death of a human being,

Now I wonder where my mind has gone.

Some days I still see my friend,

Hanging there face bare of fright,

Knowing that he was going to die,

And once the chair slipped,

I made the mistake of walking in,

And seeing him gasping for air,

I then ran over to his side Trying to hold him up but I was too late and the boy was already gone,

His purple face still inhabits my mind,

His eyes laying in the back of his head.

I still remember the image for he was my friend,

And sometimes I still see him to this day,

Or my mind just likes to play tricks on me,

I just was never the same after this terrible day.