You have no idea,
The effect people have had on you,
Until they are gone.

He was a great person,
A great kid.

Too smart,
He should have known,
Not to do this.

I'm in pain,
Your death,
Hitting me like a bullet to the brain.

I can feel tragedy,
Flying around me,
Like a haywire freight train.

Suicide,
Seemed to have been the answer.

Micheal,
I am not religious,
But you will be a glorious angel.

I was your Cure,
You were my Disease,


I was saving  you,
You were killing  **me.

Just once,


                                   I want someone to be afraid of losing me.

I hope they find me
Surrounded by poems that
Are yet unfinished.