It has been 8 months since that horrible day.
I think about it different ways...

I need you,
I want you...

I know Kyle was in an accident
but you don't know how it is to be me...

I don't cut
I don't drink...

Smile,
I tell everyone else to smile...

Normal,
what is that...

It's all good,
"It's all good," I say...

Crying every night,
for no particular reason...

What do you do when you are mad?
What do you do when you are sad...

When I'm scared
my stomach trembles...

When I talk to you
I am not sure what to do...

I showed you that poem,
I wanted you to know how I felt...