O.K this is a very long poem but if you do read it...
I know it's all up to me...

As she holds your picture in her hand,
The cut in her wrist is staining her shirt...

I understood you more then you thought,
I knew how it felt to chase a dream...

Why was her life a mess?
What did she do what did she say...

There are stars on her body,
Yet not from tattoos...

The black behind the shining stars,
The memories behind all your scars...

Family to me isn't the blood that runs through...
Family to me are not the people who gave you a...

He's gone and is not coming back,
Pretty soon in this situation I'm going to crack...

I'll be your one call,
Even when I'm far away...