Another tear falls,
looking at these creations on my wall.
The only reason i can remember you at all,
is from what past i can recall.
It hurt a thousand hurts
to hear your name be said.
i still cant get over the fact, that you,
can now be called dead.
it still hurts to say it.
but nothing can be done.
i remember that day i threw an actual fit.
crying and sobbing for the next few days.
and the days turned to weeks.
no one saw, for i didnt let them.
i didnt want anyone to see these same tears roll down my cheeks.
i might as well not dwell.
but oh well, no one can say anything now.