You sit there all alone, wonding, thinking, staring off into space. Asking yourself why does it have to be you? Why does it always have to you? You can't remember that last good day you even had. It was too long and to late for anyone to save you that day, that cold day in september the day you turned 19. You said dont blame yourselves, but you gave all the warnings and more that you were soon going to be going away, and not returning, but we all just ingnored it, like we ingnored you. I am sorry, I am truly sorry things turned out the way they did, but it don't always have to be that way

As you lay in that hospital bed, just know that you have me by your side and I will never leave it again, I almost lost you, and I will not ever come that close to it again if I can have anything to do with it. Please just shoot me a text, a message, or even call me or come over. I dont you to ever feel like you a worthress again.