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He sent me 12 roses on Saturday,
these roses, they took my breath away.
So perfectly red and a wonderful smell,
why he did this, I could not tell.
He was always called a "nerd" by people called "cool."
A card came tied to a box,
it read: open the 23rd at 4 o'clock.
Why the 23rd, twelve days from now?
I wanted to open it, here and now!
I decided to do what it said,
I put them in water and went to bed.
When I saw him the next day standing in the hall,
the guys were pushing him and he finally fell.
They kicked him and hit him, calling him names,
but everyone kept going for it happened everyday.
The week went by and nothing had changed,
he was still harassed, quiet and ashamed.
I tried to talk to him a few times before,
but he never once took his eyes off the floor.
Once in awhile he would look my way,
but never a word did he say.
The 11th day was here and I could hardly wait.
I wanted to open it before the next day,
but I waited because the note specifically said,
the before the 12th day it could not be read.
The next dayat school I went to class,
but where he sat was and empty desk.
The teacher walked in and forwardly said,
"Class I'm sorry, Jason is dead."
I soon found out later that day,
he killed himself that morning around 3.
I could not understand, I was almost in tears.
Although we never talked, I've known him for years.
I go home from school, walked in my room,
to see all the dead roses except on still in bloom.
I picked up the note and held i to my heart.
I tore the envelope apart.
What I read I couldn't believe,
I had to sit down, for I could not breathe.
The note was short, but touched me so deep,
I read it out loud while I weeped.
"You don't know me, but I know you.
We met on the playground in 2nd grade,
you let me have you swing.
6th grade yu let me sit at your lunch table.
This year when I dropped a folder, you picked it up and gave it back to me.
Nobody has ever loved me but at least you cared.
I will always remember you, and for you I will leave a rose.
I wiped my tears and looked at the rose,
I picked it up and held it to my nose.
So perfectly red and a wonderful smell, it took my breath away, I had to smile.
There's not a day I don't think of him,
I just wish I had the courage to be this "nerd's" friend.