I look through the window,
Into the peaceful night.
I look up to the stars,
Everything seems calm and right.
I look at an old photo,
At a younger version of me.
I look at my innocent smile,
I was so happy; I was free.
I look at my boy friend,
The sweetest one I've ever seen.
I look as he slits his wrist,
And think of what his life could've been.
I look at the grave plaque,
At all the meaningless words.
I look at "loving boy friend"
But I feel no sorrow,
For it was him who brought his end.
I look around at all the teary eyes,
At all the people that he'll never know cared.
I look as everything I thought I knew,
Slowly dies.
Thou, its kind of good he's gone,
He's finally left this world he fears.
I look into a mirror,
There stands myself,
But then I realize that, that's not me.
This person just stands there,
No emotion.
I have no idea,
Who it is I see.
