The thing is, we never understand people
We never seem to take the time to appreciate them
To appreciate their humour, their laugh,
their general beauty and perfection

In all honesty, I wish I'd known you better
I wish I had known you well enough to love
and miss, and to be more than just stunned by your death
You were great, funny, handsome and perfect in every way

I don't know where you go when you die
But I hope that where ever you are, it's great
I hope you're happy there, and I hope you haven't forgotten
Those that are still here, those that lost you

Trust is a lot like a glass
Some take strength to break
Some are plastic and almost eternally strong
and some shatter into little shards within an instant

I'm with people
But no one is with me
I see people smiling at me
But none of their happiness reaches me
I can feel the sun on my skin
But its warmth passes me by
I'm alone
As unimportant as as a dust speck
This me
Alone in a crowded room

It's truly terrifying how
ignorant people can be when they
make fun of others and then
wonder why that person
was found dead
a few days
later