Jun 24, 2017
A poem that stems from my depression
How awful must it have been for Todd Being awoken that night Thinking whatever Charlie needed of him Could wait until morning light. How his stomach must've sunk Seeing Charlie's face wet with tears Uttering those two tragic words That would haunt him for many years. He probably felt alone and lost Not knowing how to proceed How could he possibly go on Without the boy who had helped him in his time of need? I've felt pain, grief, and sorrow I know what it is to grieve But I can't imagine that kind of tragedy How hard my life would be to retrieve.