AS I
As I sit here lonely on the couch,
As I sit here finding myself,
I start to think of what we could have shared
If I only told you how much I cared.
But your gone.
As I sit here alone by myself,
I stare at the photo of you on the shelf,
Its the middle of summer yet I'm stil cold,
Thinking of ways to bring you back home,
But now your gone.
As I don't know the whole story,
I can't make a conclusion.
But I know that if you told me,
there would be a solution.
Sometimes you have to quit and just,
swallow your pride.
You weren't the only thing to die with
your suicide.
but you were not as strong it seems,
As I.
Marcus Wayne Grieder
Copyright ©2004 Marcus Grieder
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