Mar 2017
I picture you,
Going to the bathroom,
You locked the door,
*Took a blade,
Deciding there is no way back.
Now,
All i can see is red,
And your empty face,
That only yesterday
was full with grace.
I can hear the screams
Of your parents,
My own scream,
When they told me that
You are gone.
I can hear the voices in your head.
I want it to stop.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop replaying all these moments in my head,
Again and
Again
And again.*
Please stop this movie!
Stop it.. stop it!
Please! ,
Before i, on my own will break.
I miss you.
I want you to come back.
Please come back.
I need you.
Going to the bathroom,
You locked the door,
*Took a blade,
Deciding there is no way back.
Now,
All i can see is red,
And your empty face,
That only yesterday
was full with grace.
I can hear the screams
Of your parents,
My own scream,
When they told me that
You are gone.
I can hear the voices in your head.
I want it to stop.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop replaying all these moments in my head,
Again and
Again
And again.*
Please stop this movie!
Stop it.. stop it!
Please! ,
Before i, on my own will break.
I miss you.
I want you to come back.
Please come back.
I need you.
To my friend.
