The second time I write
about you
is because I miss you.
I'm not scared to say that
you're dead.
You were so young,
just like I am.
It's crazy to think
how a single car
can ruin a lot of people's lives.
Mine included.
I hope to see you again someday.
But...
"When will I see you again?"
YOU ARE READING
You made me.
Poetrydedicated to all the people who have made my life the way it is. This story will be forever ongoing.
