This poem was written because of you,
It was created because you exist.
This piece was completed because of your presence,
and was notice because you are known.

However, I can sense that you already met your edge.
You already reach your limit,
You were already falling behind;
at least that what they've said.

I can see how you hide those ****** tears.
I know how to find the scars you kept underneath your longsleeves.
I was informed how you change your own perspective,
and I feel ashamed for I did nothing but to stare.

I was there amuse by your smile but refuse to look in your eyes,
I was there admiring your new outfit but failed to look in your wrist,
I was there talking how you change so much but failed to question why,
I was there watching you like you're a new release and in trend movie.

So Dear J,
I miss how you make everything so positive.
I miss how you would talk about your dreams.
I miss how you live your life.
I miss the unique, pure and full of love kind of you.

I still see you but I know you're not you,
I want to look in your eyes but you always divert it far from my gaze.
I want to hold your scar but you never gave me a chance.
I was stupid to ask you to come back but I know you're already dead inside.

This ****** poem might and will never catch your eye.
This all good for nothing piece may and will never help you.
This piece of garbage will never change and pull you back.
I might never pull you and bring you back to life.

Dear J, can I watch you again ---
How you think of yourself as useless,
How you look yourself unattractive and heart broken?
Surprisingly blood was dripping and I look in the mirror it was broken.