Not Forgotten.
There are so many things I want to tell you. So many things I wish that I could say.
I feel like I didn't get the chance to tell you that even though I am so far gone I still care.
Is it so bad? Is it so bad to still care?
I wish that I could tell you that everything was going to be alright. To Live. And Be Happy.
That I wasn't lying. But how could I possibly say those things?
Stop crying at night when you think nobody hears you.
It was all a mistake. Because I lost you.
And no matter what anyone says I will always care. Even a little.
There are so many people that I wish I could tell I am sorry.
But my mind is far too gone.
But I want you to do what makes you happy.
What makes you smile because I'm always going to want to make you try somehow.
And there was a man's hand on the floor, I looked away it was gone.