When I was asked by friends, "What if you died today, would you regret your life?" I would smile and shake my head no. Even though some people hate me and some of those are so dear to me...This one person always made it for me to know it's okay. So it felt okay to die. Even though I'm having difficulty keeping stable and accepting other people's hate, I can still remember him. When I die...Nothing else matters anyway. He matters. Since he's not here with me, it doesn't matter.
"When I was younger I thought
I wanted all the things I haven't got
Oh, I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between
Thieves and Crooks
When all along it was me and you."
I don't enjoy feeling this way. The only person who makes me happy, except him is his brother. And he won't be kind to me because of his friends. That doesn't make me feel the best. And I still cry. A year and a half after I wrote the first peice on this page, I still cry the same tears.
Since I've see you, It's okay to die.