My eyes tingle from the sensation of tears, subsequently involving my eyes to be surrounded by smudged mascara and red circles.
That was an excellent poem... and I know now that you DO care... I don’t even think I ever really doubted that... I always knew you cared for Lisa... It just confused me a lot... But if you were to harm yourself in anyway, there would be a hell of a lot sad and crying people as a consequence... and I would feel guilty... I don’t know if anything is my fault or not... But I still feel that I'm in someway responsible... As my sister has walked into my room... there are now black lines across my fingers from my petty attempt at making me look as presentable and 'ok' as possible... I'm hoping that you wont do anything 'stupid' to yourself and that you do not turn into someone along the lines of me... you can still turn your friendships around and dig yourself out of your hole of semi or complete depression... I, on the other hand, am, in plain words, trapped, I don’t know what to do or where to go, I have no idea of life, or even an idea of myself... I'm going to write a poem tonight, if I am able to that is, about why I must, inevitably, do this... if I cannot complete anything half good, maybe I will comment again...
"Until next time.. friend"

REally good poem, i thought it was really touching