No
no way
this can't be happening
how could it be
why
why did you die
how could you
leave us alone
a feast to the lions
a feast to the devil
you disgusting creature
and you call yourself a man?
you're not even a human being
just a piece of rotting shame with two legs

a feast to the lions
a feast to the devil

Seeing a small tree's death
Takes away my breath
Much more than other people's do;
For it had so much more to live
So much more life to give
Than either me or you.

Forget me not, sweet
For you couldn't , even if you try
I am everywhere
I am everything

Every song that you will hear
You will think of me
Every story you will read
You will remember me

Every step you take
You will wish you were holding my hand
Every sleep you do
You will miss my touch

Forget me not, sweet
You will always remember me

I am tired of being used
like medicine to cure other people
when I'm unable to cure myself,

I am tired of being thrown to the side
like a crumpled up peace of paper
that once mattered to you,

I am tired of living in a world where
the only people considered your friends
are the ones who are truly your enemies,

I am tired of having to defend myself
for my actions of for my words

I am tired of being tired

She was as delicate,
as a flower.

                                   But with time, all her beautiful petals,
                                   had fallen off because of her sadness.

He left, her bestfriend left,
All her leaves, weren't green,
Anymore.

                                  She broke a little inside;
                                  Slowly, with time,
                                  The delicate, beautiful,
                                  flower, died.

She was Orphic.

Do you remember?
Do you remember the hurt little boy crying in the corner over the pieces of his broken heart?
I do.
Do you remember that little boy crying over the loss of his innocence?
I do.
Do you remember that little blue-eyed girl quietly arriving and listening to him cry, trying to comfort him with all of her might?
Of course you don't but you know what?
I do.

Do you remember?
Do you remember how quickly she fell in love with him and his adorable imperfections and obsessions?
I do.
Do you remember how he seemed happy again?
I do.
Do you remember them holding hands for the first time, she made the first move, both of their hands nervous and sweaty?
I do, every little detail.
Do you remember the first hug, the first kiss, the nervousness of meeting the parents, the first date?
Why would you?
But I do.
Every day. every hour, every minute
I remember.