By Sarah Shafer, sarah_s_10@hotmail.com
Date: 13 January 2001
I can seddly see his pain!
I love him,
And I hate to see,
All this pain,
he presents to me.
He tells others he's ok,
Then he tells me that's a lie.
But I know he's feeling pain,
I can see it in his eyes.
I can also see it in him,
In the display he has of himself,
For salect others to see.
I hate to see him killing himself,
With all this weed, and alcohol.
He tell's me all the time he'll quit,
But I've yet to see,
Him make the call.
Not only that,
but he's said some scary shit,
Sarah I don't wanna be here anymore,
Nothing ever makes sence
I'll do it for you,
I hear it all the time.
Then I hear I'll call too,
So that's not a shcok at all.
I wish I could help him,
I try it all the time.
But in my life there's too much shit,
To help anyone at all.
I use to cry to him all the time,
Then I find out,
he's got madd drama of his own.
So I don't know what to do,
I can't see him this way.
Fake as Santa,
And all thugged out.
He fakes it all any more,
The happieness, The smiles, The cheer,
The only thing he don't fake anymore,
Is the pain he tell's me he feels.
I wish for him,
That he had wing's.
Then he could fly away from everything,
Even me, if he needs.
I truely do love him,
And I don't want to see him go,
But if it makes it better for him,
If he needs to go,
Then I say go.
Make a good place,
A nest high in the trees,
So you are able to get away,
From everything.
It may bring me pain,
But I'll be able to say,
That I helped his life,
To go in a posative way.
~Sarah Shafer~~~
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