Feeling sorry for myself,
and cowering in the shadows,
you cried out for me,
but I did not hear you over my own selfish thoughs,
as you suffered I moped around,
not caring for anyone but myself,
you constantly spoke to me about your problems,
but I interrupted you with my own,
you sat and listened offering comfort,
and then I left to feel sorry for my own self again,
as you sat in the dark,
crying silent tears.
I was with friends when you needed someone to talk to,
and too selfish to spend my time comforting you,
as I slowly got better,
you sunk deeper into depresstion,
while I was partying and having a good time,
you were running your fingers over your fathers gun.
While I was fighting with my mother,
you were holding that gun to your temple,
While I was running to your house for comfort,
you were praying to God to forgiveness,
While I was walking through to door to your house,
you were pulling the trigger
While you were being taken away in the ambulance,
I was screaming and crying.
And now,
as you are being lowered into the ground,
I'm yelling at myself for not listening to you,
and being there for you when you needed me most.
