I miss you.
Even though we just said good-bye...
Blood splashing the walls
Laying a sheet of red...
Death I wish you could come knocking.
Knocking on my door...
Teens taunting teens.
Preps against Goths...
-To Jason
Going through the things lost...
When you first said those words
I thought you were just being a fool...
Though we still love each other,
I still get sad at the thought...
While I sit in class,
Sitting around my friends...
I yelled.
I cussed...
Loosing touch,
loosing hope...
We were happy.
I thought what I felt was love...
I told you that I didn't want to be in any kind of...
And I'm sorry...