Wednesday*first poem to write*

Wednesday morning i woke up with a worried face
where are you? you left no trace

you took off running, you didn't know where you were going
you took off so quickly and quietly without people knowing

standing on the corner that Tuesday night
Steph not crying was her only fight

everyone thought you were clean and fine
but people's thoughts were that you were just walking, except mine

i had a weird feeling that something went wrong
and after this happened i listened to your song

Adam's song by blink-182...
listening to that song really described you

who knew that underneath your smile you had so much pain
who knew that the trouble you had was making you insane

you could of told someone, someone did care
instead you made your own choice thinking life wasn't fair

cops and cries were everywhere i went
i didn't know what was happening until the ambulance was sent

what was i to think as I'm only in 6th grade
how did he die? what does this mean? ..I'm really afraid

Dave then explained to me that he died from a suicide
while he told me in detail i wanted to run and hide

it felt like i lost my mind as i looked and he wasn't there
i heard no laughing and i heard no cursing, it became rare

We all tried to hold our heads high
but how could we be happy when not even saying goodbye

you didn't realize the friends you had
you didn't realize how much your brother is sad

i didn't realize the pain you had
we didn't realize what made you sad

as harsh as it is, you are gone forever and that is really sad
but i know you are our guardian angel and that makes me glad

i love you buddy, remember that always as you spread your wings
in the back i start to cry as "amazing grace" sings

the slipknot hat you always wore, it covered your halo's shine
even though you might not like angels...you are mine

i hope you miss us like we miss you
if you were here theres so much i would undo

i would be there for you when you needed someone to talk to
and I'd make sure that you would just be you

nobody really knows why you had to leave us here
sometimes i would wish that my end was near...

i hope when the time comes and i see your face
you can tell me why you thought dying was a race

well i hope you have that cross in your hand that i put on your grave
watch out for your brother, he means a lot and he is still brave

watch out for everyone as you look down on us tonight
and make us know that theres an angel in sight...