Every memory I make is a last
My name will become a piece of the past
A one last time, no more Connor
I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer
Lucky, this poem is for you
I know everything you've been through
I don't mean to add on to the pain
Give you another reason to go insane
I hope you learn to live
To open up, to care, to give
Find a new future
While your friend group grows fewer
I'd like to believe that your friend was,
In some way, real
Not a forgotten memory
Made of steel
I hope, my friend, that you don't forget me
As stupid as this sounds, I'd like to mean
Something
Before I'm nothing
Am I nothing?
-Connor
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Please, Disregard
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...
