I look out of this foggy window in pain,
Not knowing what life I have to gain.
I see the happy couple walking down the street,
And wonder if prince charming, ever will I meet.
What do I have to live for? I have but one good friend.
And would she really be with me, till the very end?
I highly doubt any one would, they think I am a wench.
And every time they speak of me, itâ??s another painful pinch.
I know that in this heart of mine,
As I hold this millimeter nine
To my head, I want myself to never die.
But if I die, then I
Wonâ??t cause anyone else to want to die.
For Iâ??ll be dead, and theyâ??ll be free,
But yet I hear someone calling me.
My best friend bursts through my door,
Grabbing and throwing the gun to the floor.
â??Do you not know how great you are?â??
She asks, and I see my door is ajar.
And through that crevice, I can see my mom,
Defiantly not being calm.
Itâ??s then I realize, â??I am of needâ??
And I run to her and drop to my knees.
â??Oh mom im so sorry! I had no idea,
How much you might need me, with daddy not near!â??
For you see, he was off fighting in the war,
And thatâ??s when I see him,
Crying just out side the door.
At that moment I start to bawl
And realize I was needed after all.
My best friend needed me, along with my parents,
And now, forever, my life I will cherish.
The good, the bad, whatever it may be
Iâ??ll know that someone, anyone, will always need me
