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All That We Could Be


It was a snowy friday night and i layed awake in bed.

The torturing songs from earlier at school had still played in my head.

You didn't see all that we could be.

I felt every molecule of my body going weak and cold

consumed with the agonizing thoughts of how i lost control

and how i let my mind slip away.

Oh how the cherry red stains of your blood still haunt me today.

I wish I had thought we could be friends

I wish I hadn't let that alarm ring.

I was dazed

you were suffering

I'm amazed that I can breathe without you

We were inseperable

to me,

you didn't see all that we could be. 

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