A boy I thought I knew better than my own name
Becomes a memory, left to fame
Corroded
Exploded
No place to place the blame
Metallic eyes and thunderstruck smile
They tell me you've been dead for a while
Am I part of a padded cell dream?
If I call out, will anyone hear me scream?
I remember our endless days
Laughing over shared pain
We were summer rain
Until lightning struck us insane
I still miss you, I hear your voice in the birds
Every day, I could recite word for word
Our conversations
Commemorations
Litter the school
Making me the fool
Your name is inscribed on monuments
Our friendship bordering continents
Pangea come together
Bending time and space for a forever
That couldn't exist
Your image was nothing more than mist
Of a delusional mind
Especially when I find
The memorial to a different reality
You died in mortality
Before I was even born
Now I have no chance to mourn
If I say your name, they think I'm certifiable
No excuse justifiable
To cry
If you died
In a century different than mine
I'm about to find
What happens when you step off a bridge so high
It almost seems you can fly
So I
Will try
Good-bye
-Lucky
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PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
