I have many secrets
That I have never
Told a single soul
But I have many lies
That everyone seems to know.

Don't forget my smile,
Especially on my rough days,
Don't forget my laugh,
When we were being rowdy,
Don't forget my friendliness,
Even when people didn't deserve it,
Don't forget my quirky habits,
That I always found fault in,
Don't forget how I chose my words,
And how I made every sentence count,
Don't forget how I wrote,
The flow of words on paper,
Don't forget my favorite things,
All the colors and my jersey numbers,
Don't forget my obsessions,
The many hours of reading,
Don't forget my love for others,
And how I was fascinated with other lives.
Don't forget my love for food,
The way I would criticize everything,
Don't forget my life,
Don't forget how much I lived,
Don't forget me,
When I'm gone.

Losing something you love,
Or someone, rather,
Gives you many emotions.
At first you are sad,
For no longer having,
Then you get angry,
Because your love was taken.
Later, depression sometimes sets in,
Because you have been without.
It may seem these emotions
Will never end,
But, it does.
It may take days, weeks, or years
When you begin to feel nothing.
Empty.
And you realize,
A part of your soul
Had been lost too.

I stood at the edge of the cliff
Thousands of feet in the sky.
And I asked myself,
How do I know
I cannot fly,
If I have never tried?
I pondered on the question,
And realized,
I needed to find out.
So I jumped.

Stop.
Step back.
Take a glance,
Reflect on your actions.
So many of us,
Make choices without thought,
Make mistakes without care,
But we do not understand
The consequences.
So I believe we all
Should take a moment
And stop.

How long have I been
Nothing but a shadow
In my own life?
Dwelling in the darkest of places
With little light.
The old me tries to chase shadow me down.
But it means nothing.
I am stuck in a world
That even I do not understand anymore
It is a world filled with shadows.
But I can do nothing,
Until
I find myself again
In the light.

Yes, I believe you.
I always believe your stories.
You would never lie to me.
You always tell the truth.
I trust you with my life.

Wait, what is this?
What are they saying?
I don't understand.
You are a liar?
What is that pain I feel?
Why have you stabbed me in the back?
Friend?
...Friend?