i waited for him.
the boy.
the boy that made me smile.
and made me laugh for a while.
one day...
the boy grew tired of me.
i went to his class to look and see.
he was not there.
one day...
i asked around.
he was obviously nowhere to be found.
one day...
the boy told me.
that we couldnt be friends.
i grew tired and sad.
one day...
i stayed home from school.
i picked up a knife, and cut my arm.
one day...
i was sitting in the hospital bed.
wondering if he cared then.
i hadn't heard anything from him.
one day...
i felt that nobody cared.
i sat up and ripped out the tubes and wires keeping me alive.
one day...
i died.
in heaven or hell,
wondering if he still cared.
one day...
he was asking around.
wondering if i had ever been found.
he heard bout what happened.
and felt really bad
one day...
he got the letter i left him in his locker.
i wrote.
before i had died.
i'd explained i'd been sad
about his bad
additude.
one day...
he had forgotten
about
me and what he'd done
and i slowly drifted into the darkness.
never forgiving or forgetting...
