Every time your name is mentioned,
Or every thing that i saw,
It always brings me back to before,
To the time when I was killed.
Your name tears at my heart,
Like a blade, slicing fast.
Nothing is made to protect me from you,
From you and the horrors that wait.
A song that was made for us,
The nicknames we gave each other,
The times we went crazy together,
Those were just a lie.
As i sit here in the corner,
Awaiting my fate,
A sudden thought came to me,
"Hey, why don't I die?"
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PoetryThe things that I can't tell anyone, because no one would even care how i feel. Well, this is how I can make myself happier, Writing all my feelings out. even if im bad at it, it doesnt hurt to try
