This was written in my Sophomore year of high school. It's for Zach, the person introduced me to writing. We were close but I let the things people said come between us.
It's hard for me to even think of you
All you've done is care for me
But I decided to listen
To those that hated you
No matter what you did for me
I always listened to the bad
When you held me
I thought of the terrible things I heard
No matter how tight your arms were around me
Those things found ways between us
I should have never let them
Never even given them a chance
And for my mistakes I'm sorry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.