Souvenir

Part 8

I don't know if you miss me, the way I do.

The thoughts pent-up inside, the stories I wanna share with you.

We might not be like we once were.

I just wish each time, you were here.

The last text I see, before I close my eyes,

Would be yours saying goodnight.

I miss the talks we all had together.

The teases, the silly random fights.

I am up alone on my bed, crying.

Wishing you were the one, I could be beside.

To just talk, or just hold you tight.

To remind you, and make sure...

You are safe and sound tonight.

The thought of you leaving us forever,

The thought alone makes me wince each time.

It would be fine, you left.

If leaving meant, you would at least be alright.

The scars on your arms, your face without that playful smile.

Bleeding, 

As I am a thousand miles away,

Knowing I can't help you, even if I try.

I am in pieces, its tearing me up...

Cause I know.

That you could be hurt, as I am writing this now.

You promised you would try, to not hurt yourself.

You promised that you would try.

I should have known, cause you never were good at keeping promises.

But when I asked, if you were okay, you just lied that you're fine.

Your friend told us, and only then I knew.

You were saying you're fine, though you were not.

Don't want to hear that she will try, cause she has to.

Because I have lost already too many people close to me...

Haven't I?