My Sweet Angel

It must have been horrible for you, I can't imagine the pain, without you by my side I fear I might go insane.
The sandpit, that summer flashes before my eyes, I see your sweet face and begin to cry.
Why did you think you could go hunting alone? My head starts throbbing and I softly moan.
The sandpit, I'll never see again, because it has taken the life of my sweet 15 year old friend.
I hate you for it! this is not fair, all of this pain that I can not bare.
The tears pour from my dark brown eyes, why did my Clint have to die?
The water filled your lungs, the ice was just to thin, there's so many thing i would say to you if I ever saw you again.
I'd tell you that I loved you, and how you made me smile, I would've told you sooner if i knew you'd only be here for a short while.
Now, you're gone and I'm so lost and confused, I wonder if you're my angel, I wonder if you knew.
What would you think of me now that I'm so depressed, what would you say to make me not feel so worthless?
Sometimes when I turn my head to face I see you, but how could I? How could this be true?
I think I feel your breath on my neck when I cut, I know you don't want me to, I just wish I could explain but..
I stop myself I must stop causing all this pain, with my what if? or maybe game.
I start to cry and close my eyes tight, but silently if you listen I say "Clint, good-night."