Hello there old soul. Its been a long time. Havent seen you since my best friend died. Ive been silent for a while, but now I have to speak. My best friend is dead. On his grave they wrote geek. How dare they judge him without even knowing. That everyday his heart was slowing. They wore him out. They forced into death. They tore my heart out. They stole my breath. He was the only thing keeping me alive. They have no idea how many times Ive cried. They have no idea what I went through. I had no idea who to turn to. My sadness turned into a knife which slit my wrists. I thought that I would die, and that I wouldnt come back to this. I did it wrong. So my heart still beats. No scars on my wrists. Death always cheats. I visited his grave last week. After four years they still call him geek. After four years there is still that one word. Every time I go there my vision becomes blurred. I cry at what they wrote. I try to clear my throat. I scream and punch the ground. Hes no longer around. His blood is my blood. He flows through my veins. I look at the name. I try to rub it off, but it will always remain. Even if I got it off the thought would remain the same.
