• here i am writing another damn poem
    you told me to listen to a song when
    ever i miss you,
    the thing is that i never stop listening
    to it,
    i go to sleep with it and wake up with it,
    i cry because i miss you.
    i cry because you got out,
    and i'm still stuck here,
    feeling like my world is closing me in,
    i'm always alone,
    and i cry to much,
    it gets me no where but still i do it,
    i hope your doing better than me,
    i hope you feel happy and alive,
    because i'm dying inside and i feel trapted,
    so brother,Jamie,i hope
    when you think of me,
    you think of who i used to be,
    and not who i've become.