Hey, This is just a little something I wrote when I was feeling kinda depressed...This is dedicated to Chica...You know how life goes...

You took what I said, you twisted my words.

You said I was wrong, you never knew I was right.

But the way I am right now, with my eyes closed tight.

You will never be, with me again.

I am dead, as you can see, dead to the world, as dead as can be.

“Why?” They ask, “Why would he do it?”

“I thought he was happy, I thought he was glad.”

“We never knew in his soul, life was so bad.”

You knew. Yes, you could tell.

But now we know you feel like hell.

The note I left, said it was over.

I never liked you, never could

You never tried, you never would.

I feel like there’s so much more to me that you will never know.

I know there’s so much more to you that I could never show.

When you consider the way things end, my friend.

You realize, and you see, that the way things were, we were never meant to be.

“Well, this is it, here we are.” Slowly, step out of you car.

Walk into the hall, see the box, make your way up to it.

There I am, cold and asleep. Asleep for eternity.

Kiss your fingers, touch my cheek, feel the ice on my face.

Say your goodbyes, cry one last tear, put your hand in his and you go away again.

Why am I here? You. Why am I dead? Him. Who chose to end it all? ME!