Dying

About this poem

it's not much, it probably won't mean much to other people but it's about a guy i met. no, i was never in love with him. but i spent almost every day with him, he was my bestfriend, it isnt any sob story really but he'd stay on call with me over boys.. over anything. he was always there, he never was sad, and made sure i was never sad with him. i went to the mental hospital when it got bad, and he couldnt forgive me. im sorry buddy. you know ill always welcome you back don't worry our inside jokes are still ours. and your secrets are locked up. don't forget me. more »