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It's funny how a little thing,
Can reach what you want to forget.
It may make your heart burn,
Or make you cry a bit.
That's what I'm thinking about now,
Because I just heard our song on the radio.
I stood there thinking over and over,
Just don't let the tears flow.
Just think happy thoughts,
Like me and my friends at the Mall.
Yet tears streamed down my cheeks,
Even though I tried to stop it with my all.
I look around my room,
Comfort is what I seek.
I see a necklace you gave me,
And yet again I become weak.
The wind burns the tears,
As I walk outside.
I look at the stars,
As I once again begin to cry.
I sit there for a long while,
And a shooting star goes by.
I stare at it not making a wish,
Thinking why should I even try?
The clouds seem to move fast,
And soon it starts to rain.
Lightening clashes and thunder roars,
It's like it can feel may pain.
The only way out of this pain,
Seems like suicide.
But I remember my friends,
And I'd rather sit here suffering and cry.

*finally... a new poem! hopefully I am over my writers block.*
*it's the opposite of how I feel though... I just SUCK at writing happy poems.*
*I need help with the title. Please comment with suggestions!*
*Comments and rates are VERY!!!! much appreciated.*