Happiness is what I see

Happiness is what I see.
To what it is by through the internet.
Happiness can be Jordan getting what he needed.
Happiness is Ian and Maddie keeping up with their health.
Happiness is Thea and Crainer playing games.
Happiness can be Tyler being so funny putting it in the videos.
Happiness is Stacy with her cats and dogs.
Happiness is me seeing these, food, and pro wrestling.
But, most of all happiness is or can be whatever you want it to be.

I am not myself

I feel sad.
I feel angry.
I feel lost.
I feel not myself.

I blame my mother.
I blame my estranged father.
I blame my brother.
I blame her friends.
I blame his friends.
I blame myself.

I need support.
I need friends.
I need someone to tell me it will be alright.
I need to be free.

I am never be the same since the news have been told.
I am in pain.
I am not me.

The book of his life is close for good.

I wish I got to know you when we were in the same school.
However, we haven't.
It did not happened until I was in middle school.
You were already in high school.
I wish things were different then and now.
But, the chapters were written.
Your book closed when you are gone.
My book is still open.
Still writing more chapters.
But, I wish to open your book again.
To write more.
But, you are gone.
The book is close.
I can't open it to rewrite it.
The memories is all I have.
To painful to talk about.
I miss you so much.
But, you are no longer with us.
In fact you walk out of our lives when you moved.
If I could go back and fix it.
Maybe this would be different.
If I could start in the beginning.
But, I know, it's close for good.
The book of his life is close for good.

Summertime will never be the same.

Summertime will never be the same.
It's hard without you.
It was bad enough Bob was gone.
Now so are you.
I can think back to the times when you got off of work, just to come swimming.
When you were working at the grocery store, you brought me those green tea shakes, when you called your mother and she tells you that my mother and I are here.
To those days that I want to go back in time.
To those days I want to make things right.
But, it's too late.
I don't think it will ever happen again.
I miss you.
Summertime will never be the same.