Now I've got a few more thoughts in tact,
I think it's only fair you know what happened that day,
the longest day and the shortest day,
by far the worst day of my life,
and thats a fact.

It was late morning after brass,
when the phone rang,
It can't have been a good thing,
right then in my head,
there was so many questions I asked.

I didn't think twice,
I just picked up the phone,
because the truth is nothing matters more than you,
I'm always waiting here,
your call is irisistible and I can't help but be enticed.

A sob and a sniff,
my heart thumpped,
harder and heavier,
you said they know,
I said oh ****!

Then you said,
I'll tell you about it after school,
you knew that was one of the worst things you could have done,
but I don't blame you,
it was such a huge sorrow to shed.

I'd never been so hard hit.
then the minutes started to run into seconds,
I found my self collapsed in a toilet cubicle after music,
I twitched and I shivered,
I quickly started to lose it.

So I rang this time,
I couldn't resist,
I had to know where you were,
and what was happening to you,
but when you said hospital I lost my mind.

I thought of your mother over reacting,
and all the things they could be doing to you,
I was helpless and hopeless,
so I went mad,
because there was no normal way to act.

I then found Tigz and Grace,
to find some sort of confront,
but I couldn't cling onto any,
there was nobody to keep me safe,
from my own consciousness.

In my sick shade of pale,
I went onto my study,
and thats when I got your text,
I was hoping that wasn't the case,
but it was and I failed.

My heart was really beating,
and I collapsed at the bottom of the stairs,
I couldn't stop breathing,
But I heard a voice while I was now laying on the piano,
he's hyperventilating.

Cameron (the voice) followed me,
followed me down to the toilet,
where I pearched against a cold damp wall,
Mr. Moran found me,
and said the toilet was no place to be.

Mrs. Phillips then found me and got me some water,
I tried to get rid of her,
so went out in the rain,
I couldn't feel the bitter cold or the wet,
but she was still there to help me and tell me my orders.

She said I've wrung Mrs. T,
go there now,
she's waiting for you,
and so I ventured out into the rain,
and lumbered through the spitting breaze.

I sat down in the office,
and she explained what she knew,
and that she only found out 20 minutes ago,
I spewed out ******* for the next hour,
I cried in front of miss.

She told me how I should use you as my motivation,
how I should keep eating and stay strong,
how I should stay healthy to help you get better,
it couldn't get much worse than this,
so I had to keep fighting despite this revelation.

So on I went and played my saxophone into the night,
it was all going to be easier from here,
I didn't realise what I was going through till now,
Miss told me compassion fatigue,
I had my answers so I went home to tell my family my fright.