I remember sitting in my room,
My computer screen the only light.
I smiled as I read a joke across the screen,
And didn't really quite know how to respond.

I remember my locker,
So unkempt in seventh grade.
I remember my notebooks,
Filled with notes from class.

I remember how I hated drugs,
And smoking,
And every other bad thing,
That came from the memory of you.

I remember how innocent I was,
And how you laughed at me.

I remember how I never grew sad,
Just because a person so perfect could exist.

And I remember the light in my heart,
The drive I had inside.
And How I always had a smile,
I never had to hide.

It's ten of eight,
And my mouth tastes of bad coffee,
And cigarettes.
When it should taste like you.

It's ten of eight,
And my mind is in the darkest dungeon,
Surrounded by demons.
When it should be filled with thoughts of you.

It's ten of eight,
And you're her and she's you,
except that's not how it really is,
And that's not who you really are.

It's ten of eight,
And I've been awake since five.
Knowing you've just closed your eyes,
Wrapped up in his arms.

It's eight o'clock now,
As I finish this piece,
Knowing it's you,
That I can't keep.

I never thought I'd be,
Such a disappointment to you.
Sixteen years flushed down the drain,
You leaving hit me like the proverbial train.

I wish I had waited,
Til you left to get my fix.
I should've known that you and morphine,
Were the worst combinations to mix.

You asked me how it felt,
To have a needle in my vein.
You, my oldest friend,
Should understand it takes away all my pain.

You couldn't take seeing my blood,
Filling up the syringe.
Or the look on my face,
As I started my binge.

Goodbye my oldest friend,
I'll miss you to the last.
Not a night will go by,
Where I don't think of our past.

I no longer wish to be a body,
I wish to only be a soul.
For without a body,
I may become whole.

I no longer wish to be a body,
I wish to only be a soul.
For without a body,
I may become whole.

I sat among the stars one day,
Hoping my problems would just,
Fade away.

The sun was warm upon my face,
Reminding me of memories,
I can't erase.

And the moon was comforting,
while she held me tight.
She whispered in my ear,
Do not give up your plight.

And so I sat among the stars all day,
Hoping that I might not,
Simply fade away.

You are the cigarette I smoke,
After the needle finds my vein.
The comfort in sleep so profound,
I thought I'd never awake again.