I thought if you asked someone if they were ok it would help.
I thought if I had just been there for a little while,it might have changed her mind.
I didn't know.
I didn't see what she really meant to me.
And with all the days go passing by I keep questioning myself asking "why"?
Why does it have to be like this?
All the sickness we have to witness.
And now I look at her in class,and feel like a fuck jack ass.
If I helped her sooner she could have seen, what she really meant to me.
YOU ARE READING
All these things
PoesíaFeeling that I have through out life. Being left alone. Being different. But I have to stay strong. Not for myself but for them.
