My homegirl asked if i still loved my bestfriend
and i told her this : After everything happened
i closed the door and sunk deeper and deeper
with every depressing thought that went in my mind and with every shot i took into the hole i went
and some how after i gave up on everything and everyone i stood right over it
and starting with that i filled it in and
i put everything that happend at the very bottom
although sometimes it sneaks its way back up, i just cover it up again.

i saw a tear go down her cheek and i wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign, but i saw tears
going down my own cheek and i was surprised that i felt my cheeks wet because i didn't even notice that i started to cry but i stopped crying and for some reason i knew she understood what the answer was.

Can't post without a poem;

Look at the rose so perfect and red
and its petals just held in by a thread
and as my finger bled
i should have let it go; instead
i kept it in a vase near my bed
so it would see how my finger would heal
and in the end i would reveal
how something so ideal
could make you feel.