One day here,
And the next day gone,
Lacking farewell,
A goodbye gone wrong.
You did what you did,
And I can't forget,
That moment in time,
When we first met.
August 23rd, 2006,
9 years old,
A strange new kid.
You had black hair,
And a passion for being,
Something you weren't,
And I didn't believe it.
Because we were both the same,
We had rough lives,
We both had tough shells,
And knew how to lie.
We made it through,
The next five years,
Until one night you broke down,
Into depressed-soaked tears.
You put that bottle to your lips,
And that gun to your head,
And in September of junior year,
My best friend was dead.
And now I'm all alone,
And I still haven't recovered,
I lost my best friend,
And more so, a brother.
There are days I still cry,
There are days I feel weak,
There are days I just sit here,
Too afraid to speak.
Because I miss you so much,
And you can't even convey,
The loneliness I feel,
While you lie in your grave.
Don't get me wrong,
I know how you felt,
I had planned to do,
the same thing, Myself.
But you were a day ahead of me,
It was like you just knew,
That I had the rope in my closet,
And a knife that I'd use.
But you had so much more to live for,
Way more than I,
You had ideas for your life,
And your friends by your side!
You could have succeeded,
Nothing brought you down,
But I guess it's the weakest people,
Who refuse to frown.
