I didn't know billy very well.. but this poem goes...
you often showed us things...
Grandmother, I am sorry for all of the hurt that I...
Letting people down is something that I always...
Thoughts of you now sporadic
How can they be kept safe...
I have been sittng here,
Trying to find myself...
My friend,
You, I did not hate...
A family of five.
Always up and alive...
I wrote a song
for you to sing along...
He never belonged, always feeling left out,
He was hated and mocked, constantly talked about...
This actually was supposed to be about a little...
so anyways enuf blabbing...
I kept running and searching
Dying inside...
Life begins at 40,
his life never began...
Whispering voices,
Taunt my mind...