Another goodnight, for a sleeping you,
a great many of these poems, I've come to accrue.
But still I say, goodnight, sleep well,
and in your dreams I hope you dwell,
on the things that give you a reason to smile,
and that you get many in the next little while.
I hope you wake up, to a perfect day,
and find such beauty reflected, by those eyes of blue-grey.

It's hurts to know that you are gone,
and now every word I say is wrong,
I can't even be your friend,
I just wish that it would end.

Part of me wants to take my secrets back,
and let the blood bleed onto black,
but I promised I'd never do that to you,
so here I am. Trying not to.

It's too cloudy tonight, to see the sky,
and in this dark I want to die.
And oh my god that voice is back,
pointing out all that I lack.
Why on earth am I still here?
I've had no purpose for nigh on a year.

There is so much, I want to say, but where do I begin?
So instead I'll drag a knife across, my fragile, pale skin.

Why do the words get stuck in my throat,
why can my fingers not type them out?
Why can't I say just how I feel,
why am I so full of doubt?

I'm but a fixer of broken things,
but there's nothing I can do.
I'm usually good, with things like words,
but not when they are for you.

The sun shone through your hair
as you got lost in your book
oh with your beauty so fair
all of my love, you then took

Goodnight, my friend, I hope you sleep well,
I hope that tomorrow, doesn't put you through hell.
But if it does, then I want you to know,
that you're cared about no matter, where you go.
You amaze me more, than words can express,
and I'm sorry for the days, your life's full of stress.
But chin up my friend, tomorrow'll be good,
if we get what we deserve, then it really should.