September 7th

They only reason I still cry
Is because I never said goodbye
And as I stair into the heavens tonight
I want to slit my wrists for you, but I can't find my knife

In the past I'd cry to you
Because of all the stupid things I'd do
You would try to get me through
But now that your dead my heart was ripped in two

How could they?
They took you away
That unfaithful day
And they just acted as if in dismay

2004, September 7th
Right before my birthday you went to heaven
Thats all I did on my birthday was cry
Even at school, my tears I'd hide

Dedicated to my great grandmother who died September 7th, 2004 (It's even in the poem so I really didn't have to, did I?)