attacked. and stolen.

Attacked.

Stolen from me
Never to be returned.

Never was I able to confess
All my feelings trapped inside

Never was I brave enough
I always ignored the option

Now your gone
And i feel like Ive never been so alone

Those bastards didnt know,
And I think they feel bad about it now to.

Why did you have to die?
Why did you leave me behind?

It doesnt matter now
Because you cant hear me.
But
i always wanted to say this.

I LOVE YOU.

**My crush was attacked, he lived, but i wrote this poem about how i would feel if he had died. for more info on the attack, see my journal "my crush could have died"