• I walked to school, with a frown on my face..
    People thought it was nothing.
    My friends thought I was going crazy.
    I agree to that.
    What really is happening cannot be stopped.
    Unless she comes back.
    No one can prove I am going crazy.
    No one can tell me I'm wrong.
    No one can tell me whats on my mind.
    Because they are not me.
    The day she left was the worst day ever imaginable.
    As I cried, she walked out the door.
    I begged her to come back.
    I begged her to stay.
    I cry myself to sleep each night.
    I dream of her coming back.
    I guess there is a plus side.
    Each day I get closer and closer to seeing her again.
    Seeing my best friend again.