I went to your grave today.

Brought you a dozen roses.

I miss you more than i could ever imagine.

A gun and rope were your last sight.

I wish i could’ve changed that.

I would’ve held you until you were okay.

i would’ve never let go.

Please tell me this is all just a bad dream.

Tell me that ill wake up and you’ll still be here.

Waiting for me at school.

Telling me stupid jokes.

Texting me random stuff.

No this isn’t a bad dream.

I can’t wake up from it.

You’re not waking up either.

Ive fallen apart.

Please wake up.

There were other flowers at your grave.

Never realized how much you were loved.

I would give up everything to have you back.

Flowers and teddy bears.

Notes that the ink is running off of cause of the rain.

There we so many people the day of your funeral.

I think no one went to school that day.

I remember walking to your locker.

Notes all over it.

Pictures of us inside.

Your mom came to collect it all.

She had tears and so did i.

I ran out of class when they announced your death.

I ran to the park.

I sat under the bridge crying my eyes out.

I went back to school to gather my things.

People are starting to ask me questions.

I don’t know how to answer.

The teachers are asking how i am.

I cry in school a lot.

Escpically when i pass the memorial they put up of you.

It was  a picture i took.

Everyone loves it.

Today when i went to your grave.

I brought you a dozen roses and asked you why?