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An Apology... A Eulogy
By: Ariele "Ari" Kazmierski
As I cried, you just walked away from me. I think I saw you look back with a hint of regret in your eyes, but it was probably my imagination. I just couldn't stop wondering, "Why her?" Awh, hell, who cares? You were bound to find someone better than me anyways. I guess I should just be happy that I gave you some good memories, right? But I just can't shake this feeling of abandonment. You told me on countless occasions that you loved me and you couldn't leave me. Was all of that just lies? Hell, I was going to give myself to you. And that is a special thing. I feel alone inside, because you're not there. It's a sad thing, really.
Just last night, I was walking home from rehearsals and someone tried to put me out of my misery. All I heard was a loud bang and then my body hitting the concrete. Now, I'm in a hospital bed surrounded by flowers and stuffed animals. As my eyes gaze 'round the room I see a small note. I sat up in my bed, to reach for the paper, but the oxygen tube ripped out and with my last look on life, I saw the note's message. In your handwriting, "I love you. I'm sorry."
Now a week has passed, and everyone is crowded around my casket. I, myself, stand in the bacl, watching the people cry. I turned to look out of the window when a commotion begins. I turn back around, I see you on your knees begging my lifeless body in tha satin-lined casket to come back. Later that day, they put my body to rest. And you're just standing there, saying nothing at all.
Now another week has passed, and I heard the news report say, that a young boy, about your age, killed himself today.
 Glow Stick Mosh Pit · Thu Oct 19, 2006 @ 04:15am · 0 Comments |
