I sit hear crying
pulling out my hair...

The finality of it
is crashing down on me...

These scars
they seem so faint...

My arms are open wide
waiting to surround you...

I have had many teachers
who have come and gone...

Swish goes the knife
whoosh goes the blood...

My place was beside you
it was with you...

Lord,
I ask for a lot of things...

I know they care
I know they love me...

You look upon it now
and see...

Never lost your best friend to a piece of medal...
**these are just reflections on what has happened...

Nightmares
they live with me...