The words you wrote.
Are the thoughts I say and have.
You are gone.
Why aren't I?
From too different ages, places, genders, and so much more
why do I have the same thoughts as you?
I can only simply exist with you.
I seem to have found a soul like mine
through the worst of ways.
I hope you understand, and I hope that you will allow me to exist with you.
That is simply all I can do.
I've no clue what help I need, or if I really perhaps do need it
because I am young, and have been told many times that I will pick myself back up.
I do not want to ask you.
I dare not say I know you like I understand you.
I dare say that my thoughts can be seen to match yours,
and through that,
perhaps we are kindred souls.
The sky is no longer the same.
My thoughts are no longer just mine.
They are yours.
Thankfully though, you do not have them anymore.
So I suppose that once again they are just mine.
I think that we would have been good friends, you and I.
Perhaps in another life.
I would have loved to hype you up, and stayed so that your thoughts, and my thoughts, were no longer like how they are and were.
The sky is you. I see it and all I know, is that that is where you are.
I must exist for myself.
Except I have been trained to rely on others, and promises never kept.
What is existing for someone? Especially yourself?
You have ended your pain.
Do not reach down back to earth.
We will reach out to you.
And you will find me. A soul just like you.
And I will exist, with you next to me and above.
