A Teenager's Diary

Blue

He's blue

He's just like that, even when I first met him.
He knew he would hurt me so he didn't say none.
I just wished he would've said "I love you back" at that fountain in the cementery. I would have understood everything and listen to every single word he'd say.
But he's just blue, that blue that his eyes are blur. He can't see what's right or wrong.
I would have swore that I needed him but the point is that I cannot live without him...

Now it's something I cannot believe, how after all the pain, I'm still here...