I Cry

Driving in tears,
Quiet tears,
Tears you wish you never had to cry.

Out of the car and next to the grave.

Its hard to think,
That six feet under,
Is the one you loved,
The only one,
Who could make you smile in times of torment.

You wake up in the morning,
Smile at the fact that you will see him again.

Frown at the fact that your lying to yourself.

You try to remember the happy things,
The feel of his lips against yours.
His arms around you,
The smell of his jacket.

But end up crying the same tears of torment,
That had you thinking of suicide the night before.

Your friends know somethings wrong,
But are afraid to ask,
If only they knew,
That if they did,
They could help you,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
You wouldn't be as rejecting to the world.

Every night its the same,
Out of the car and next to the grave.

'1991-2007'
Is whats engraved on that stone of silence,

You kneel next to it and feel again,
The touch of his hand through your hair,
The feel of his hand,
The rhythm of his heart next to yours.

Until your pain,
Your suffering,
It all gets the better of you.

You get in the car,
Driving faster,
Faster...
You let your tears fall freely now.

Black.

I cry.