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I looked in the mirror,
and saw tears in my eyes.
I was looking at our picture,
there was water on the glass.
I was spacing one night on the couch,
and my mother asked why I was crying.
I raised my hand to my cheek,
and sure enough there were tears.
I said I didn't know why,
but that was a lie.
They were there because you died,
They were there because I missed you.
I missed the way you were never afraid to show your emotions,
never afraid to speak your mind,
and the way only you could make me smile from my heart.
Some times I dream your still here,
but then I always wake up,
and break into tears.
I miss you so bad,
it seems I'm being torn inside out.
Mother thinks I'll commit suicide,
but I'm above that,
perhaps I'll just live life dangerously.
Yeah,
that's what I'll do.
I'll put on a smile and act perfectly fine,
while at the same time putting myself in dangers way.
It's not technically suicide,
more like "accidental death".

OK OK!!! KNOW THIS!!! THIS IS NOT HOW I TRULY FEEL OK!?!?!? SO DON'T GET ANY FUNNY IDEAS. THIS IS ONLY A POEM!!!