It's been months since we last talked
But it's still eating me alive
That we aren't as close as before.
You cross my mind everyday
And yet I don't have the guts
To tell you how I feel.
When I walk down the halls
Searching for you is the first thing I do,
But always disappointed to know
You're never there.
To me, you'll always be the sweet guy
I met when I was 12
And not the kid who
Took his life at age 16
-me