Its Been Sad To Think You'Re Not Fine Poem by Angel Flestado

I was crouching in the corner
Writing a Love letter
Then I saw ants reading my words
The depression did it all
I stood up to the bed, and threw myself to it
Gently I hear the sound of rain
I got my Phone, text my friend and asked her to come over in a bliss
Then I heard the gentle knock on the door and started to cry
I saw a picture of him hanging on the wall staring at me
The diamond cheeks and his precious smile took my tears away
Then I heard the knock again
I opened the door a bit and saw a sweet cheek
Then I opened the door wider and saw him with the same cheeks and smile
I saw a tear run down his precious face, and barely say another word
I told him to stop crying and tell me the matter
He started to cry harder
I stared at him then caught his attention easily
I asked him to tell me the matter and asked my friend to stay outside for a short while
He told me the matter and tried to solve it together
But the reason I can't help, but cry
Then he stopped crying and said thank you for being there for me, hugged me and said the words that i will treasure
Just as he left, my friend entered the room and asked me what happened
I said nothing but gasped, a long gasp
Then my friend started to smile and kept quiet
I went out of the bed and looked out the window to see if he was OK
he looked back and waved goodbye and made a flying kiss