• Dying on the inside,
    But i show a smile,
    Only to hide the pain.
    "What's wrong?" she asks.
    "Nothing." I reply.
    "Oh, ok." she says,
    And starts to walk away.
    "Everything." I say softly,
    Once she's gone.
    Sometimes I wish,
    That when I reply "Nothing,"
    Someone would look me in the eyes,
    And say,
    "Tell the truth."
    I walk outside,
    Into the pouring rain,
    Which I love,
    Because no one can see that
    I'm crying.
    It's silly to think
    That I'm sitting here waiting,
    For someone that will
    Never come back.
    But that's who I am.
    "That emo girl." they call me,
    But I don't give myself a lable.
    I'm just emotional,
    But I have a reason why.
    They just don't understand me,
    And they don't know what
    I'm really going through.
    I lost my best friend,
    Only a few years ago.
    I get inside my car,
    And slowly start to drive.
    I'm going back to the cementrary,
    To see him again.
    He would have been 18 today,
    But lost his life too early.
    Five years ago the plane crashed,
    That plane that he was on.
    He was not a survivor,
    But I am,
    Even though I wasn't on that plane,
    I'm surviving my loss.
    Not my life,
    As he did,
    But the loss of a friend.
    I walk up to his grave,
    And sob once again.
    I lie down beside the headstone,
    And I'm ready to stay here,
    Si I can be with my friend,
    Once again.
    A few weeks later,
    Somebody found me,
    Lying dead beside the grave,
    With a note on my arm saying,
    "I'm with him now."
    But now I'm happy,
    And finally with my best friend.
    Finally happy,
    For the first time
    In five years.