Why did you go?
What was so wrong?
Why didn't you talk to me about it?
Why didn't she know either?
Could I have helped?
Could I have stopped it?
Do you see how much we miss you?
Your voice?
Your random patch of red hair?
You brightened up a room.
You would make me feel better.
You made her feel amazing.
We love you.
We miss you.
Never fotget that no matter how far away you are.
People ask why my hair is fake. Why I'm wearing a wig. They call me freak and fake.
People ask why I wear so much makeup. Why I'm always re-applying it. They call me racoon eyes and whore.
People ask why I don't talk. Why I sit quietly in the corner. They call me stuck-up and too good for them.
People ask why I miss so much school. Why I'm hardly there. They call me stoner and rebel.
People ask me many things... if they only knew.
If they only knew that I was diagnosed with lung cancer, and my hair is gone because of the chemo.
If they only knew that I'm so pale now, and I just want some color.
If they only knew that I don't want frien
I remember the days where I had no worries.
When I went out and didn't worry about seeing people.
Where I could talk to people and not care what they thought.
When I wasn't always terrified.
When I didn't think about the things I do...
I remember when I was truly happy. And I didn't have to pretend.
We don't lie to eachother.
We don't tell eachother's secrets.
We don't pound stuff out of eachother.
We don't talk about eachother.
We don't spread rumors about eachother.
We don't laugh at eachother.
We don't abuse eachother.
We don't make fun of eachother.
We don't point out eachother's flaws.
Yet... you say I'm your BEST FRIEND... and you do all of these.
Yeah, you're not my friend.
You're just a bitch.