My Friend

He just left No body save a few knew It felt as, Well it felt like a brother left while I was sleeping I always knew how he felt For one of my friends come to find she felt the same way a question like what if wanders my mind He was my one best guy friend The one of two guys(the other being no other than daddy) I thought I could trust And to her And her to him He never felt like he was anything but left a imprint and apparition of himself in everyone he met touched so many people so many loved he was talented in arts with a cooky funny, yet beutiful smile His personality Can pick me up When I'm in the lowest state of mind I keep expecting him to pop up Scare the shit out me behind the stair well Hug me in the court yard Every time I walk by a certain place I feel liking breaking down and crying Yet feeled with rage No he's not dead I dont think I would be pissed off at him if he was But I never really can stay mad at him No one hated him like he though Screw the damn preps what the fuck do they know Some how it feels still Like it wont get better my friend where are the promised e-mails My friend how can i bare this hell without you my friend call HER you'd be suprosed my friend if you read this call me cause I love you, I always will Its against the nature for anyone not to my friend call all you touched so my friend after all this I dont know if you are hurt, or sad or more mentally broken My friend How could you leave AND not say anything Not a damn thing I know we talked about it, but my friend where are you now? Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 01:31 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1