That One Guy


Tear Stained Paper


Hi again, its me, your friend.
Do you remember the last thing I said?
Probably not you see, no one cared about little 'odd' me.
You just shove me aside, cast away.
'Out of sight out of mind' I believe is what they say.
But its okay, i wont blame...
Your reading this because I'm dead.
What you said pushed the bullet through my head.
Verbal assaults, insults and more.
Did i give you what you were hoping for?
Think now of what you could have done different.
A nice word would have made a big difference.
Its too late now, you can't change yesterday.
The past is the past, and that's how it will stay.
Be the change i needed you to be.
Make tomorrow worth it for someone like me.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 05, 2014
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