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by theory of the loser May 28, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I don't want to feel, Those cold salty tears, Roll down my face, Never again. Those things, Are now horrible, I wish I hadn't yelled, No more I love yous, Will bring you back. The day you left, I screamed and yelled, I hate you, But now I want you here, I NEED you here, But your really gone. I wish the rain clouds, Would go away, Because now, Night and day, It's all a dark shade of grey. They never come back, I know this now. I wish I never had to cry, Never had to frown. Then that face, The one I would die to to see again, Showed itself in my head. I knew when they came to the door, All my worries and fears, Come to the shore. I fell to the ground, Your picture clutched closely, To my heart, As I weep. For the first time, I really truly am alone, I really wanted You to come home. My big brother, My hero, That soldier that I will never forget.