I never really got to know you.
And I regret that.
I saw you ride your bike to school.
You always had your headphones on,
and I wondered why.
Maybe the music made the demons go away,
or just made them hurt you less.
I've wanted to talk to you,
but I never got the chance to.
I regret that.
Now you're gone,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm sorry for your hurt,
your pain,
and your sorrow.
I wish I could take them all for you.
Even just for one day.
In loving memory of Liam Samuel Kennedy.
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Lonely Nights
PoetryHey there, it's Rachel, I just want to say that these are very personal and it has taken a lot to put them out there, but i'm finally doing it. ;) I hope that these poems give you solace, peace of mind, or just make you feel less alone. These poems...