What dyou think of this poem?

[Wolf of the Wilds]

It's a new one, I just wrote it. It's true, based on real life.

I stare at the boy
My best friend
A plate through his head
White sheet on his bed

He is thirteen
but he is blind
A boy with red hair
And a no longer straight mind

Bleeding onto bandages
Giggling madly
His eyes empty
His face fairing badly

I stare emptily
At the boy I knew
But he only giggles back
Our memories together now dew

I look one last time
then shake my head and walk away
a part of me in him
a part knowing I cannot stay

I want to remember him
As the alive boy I met
Not the now mad man
covered with wires and dripping wet

I didn't understand
why life was so vicous
why it had to ruin lives
and become so victorious

I looked back and saw
the shivering young boy
and my heart sank so low
as I remembered the old Roy

Laughter and cries
he had never been so dead
just laying there
shivering on his death bed

A tear trickled down my cheek
and I shook my head
I knew this was the time
for innocent blood to shed

I walked back in
to enjoy my last moments with my friend
trying to fill in the dents in his brain
but knowing I will never prevail,

I'm not very good at poetry, but I really wanted to do somethign in his honor. The last part was a lie, he wasn't dying. He didn't die yet, he's still in the asylum. He's been there ever since I was twelve, for a year now.
thank you, everyone
i don't mind you asking, my friends there because the crash hit somewhere in his brain and he isn't exactly sane. that's why.