You see him standing,
Smiling at you...

If my soul was a building,
I'll tell you how it'd be...

A million voices in my ear,
all telling my to proceed...

I actually thought,
of ending it all...

All these thoughts within my mind,
have escaped through my fingertips...

I feel like I could run forever,
and you'd always be by my side...

~this poem took me a while to write because this...
Best friend is just a title...

You're painting my windows black,
with the brush you've kept for yourself...

I wish that I could talk to you,
and tell you how I feel...

Shut out from the world,
Abandoned by my friends...

They don't understand how it hurts,
when the pick out my every flaw...

The teachers think I'm special,
the kids just turn away...