This isn't a poem about occasions that haven't...
its about the youth of today...

I woke up,
on the floor...

If i die i wanna die like this,
i wanna feel the warmth...

She said she was sorry,
i said yea thats fine...

Numb, cold, tattered and torn,
you were the person i once adored...

The day after yesterday,
is certainly today...

A memory lasts forever,
never does it die...