Help?!

I'm all alone and he's waiting for a friend.
He calls me over to hang out with him.
Then his phone rings.
He goes crazy.
He doesn't want to leave me.
So he ignored the call.
After that we run so he doesn't get caught.
If he gets caught his girlfriend will be furious!
We decide to go outside.
Turns out it was freezing outside.
All I had was a short-sleeved shirt.
He gave me his hoodie.
That's when it all started...
When he was giving me his hoodie he slowly took it off, only because he didn't want me to see his cast.
I was curious why he had it.
Then he said "Don't rip my head off. I'll tell you what happened."
So he told me that he flipped over a railing in gym and fell 7 feet, and that his lungs weren't working so well after that.
I was about to put his ass in the grass, I hate when he fights, but that won't stop me from loving him.
He stopped me from kicking his ass in the grass, and sat me down.
He told me that he was dying.
He's dying and I can't help him.
He's dying and The doctors won't save him.
He's dying and I'm crying.
He holds me in his arms, I had a feeling SHE was watching so I pushed him away.
I hate seeing him like this, all confused, and hurt, and it kills me as it kills him.
Later on that evening he broke a bottle right infront of my face.
His blood was all over the place.
Shards of glass were in his hands.
The blood was pouring out of his fingers.
I knew he was upset.
I knew he didn't want to tell me.
I made him tell me.
He knew he had to have told me at somepoint in time.
I miss him already.
Maybe it's because he's not mine anymore?
Or maybe it's because we both know that time's running out and we won't be able to hang out often.
Oh I wish I could take back everything that happened last year.
Then he wouldn't be dying.
His lungs would be perfect.
Our relationship would be amazing.
And he wouldn't be in pain anymore.
Doctors say they'll help you.
But I've already lost one friend.
Where are the good doctors around here?!
I need them.
NOW!
Tomorrow won't do.
Today is when I need that doctor.
I want him to live.
HE WAS MY LIFE.
HE WAS MY DRUG.
HE WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD MAKE ME HAPPY.
Even though he's no longer mine, I would still TAKE A BULLET FOR HIM ANYDAY, ANYWHERE, AND ANYTIME.
If he dies, then god take me with him.
If that's not considered love then I don't know what is.
I know he's done wrong.
But forgiveness is great.
Forgiveness is key.
Forgiveness would be bloody sweet.
I love him.
He's dying and I'm crying.
He's dying and I can't help him.
He's dying and the doctor's won't save him.
He's dying and I can't help him.
He's dying and I want to help him.
When he dies I'll die too.
That boy was my life, drug, and the only one that could make me happy.
I'll take a bullet for him.
He's done wrong, but foregiveness would be bloody sweet.

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Wow did this really happen if so im so sorry!!!! This was a great story/poem good job

yeah, it really did happen; every time i read this, i remember it all so graphically. & thanks.
& your poem is really good too.

yes, this really happened, and everytime i read this i can picture it all so clearly. & it's okay. & thanks.

omg this di happened it realii goood nice job and i am so sorry same thing happened to me well he just has a life long sickness but still love him as always....