Missed
Think about you everyday
Want to talk to you but don't know what to say
I look outside and see the trees
Then I remember how you loved the leaves
The winds blows
And I always wonder is that how you let me know?
After all these years when you finally let go
That its you. Blowing around the snow
How you used to run and play out there
Without a worry or care
I was always here for you
But you wouldn't talk so I didn't know what to do
I think I speak for everyone when I say I had no clue
That something like this was going on with you
But now I look back and see it all
I was here for you all you had to do was call
Your were always so much fun
Your eyes shining bright like the sun
That special smile
That you could see for a mile
What changed you?
What could someone possible do?
But now I see
Everything was right in front of me
Long sleeves every day,
You stopped wanting to run around and play
Your eyes were no longer bright
But dark and gloomy like night
Something drove you to the end
It made it where you broke, you could no longer bend
I still don't know what it could of been
I don't even know where to begin...
I miss you
I don't know what to do
They said time makes the pain fade
But it's just the same I'm still as afraid
The plans we had
Won't happen it makes me so sad
Don't get to graduate together in our cap and gown and together stand
Or watch you walk down the aisle to your husband
They lied
You don't know how much I've cried
The pain doesn't go away
It's here to stay
You must of felt there was no other way out
Because you let it make you doubt
So you took the permeant way out
Whatever it was about
If someone made you feel like you wouldn't be missed
That makes me pissed
It's just me I know
But that was so low
I just wish you could see
How much it's affected me
Even if I'm the only one
Just know you're missed a ton
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bacenmusic
I'm a high school sophomore. I'm working on graduating early to go to school for psychology. I have cerebral palsy and a shunt. I've had 8 surgeries. I grew up in a abusive home. That's where I found my love to write poetry. Those long nights in the dark trying to hide so I wouldn't be hit. Poetry was there for me. It saved me. I'll never stop writing.
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