Good bye.

Why did i dream such a thing.
Every time i think about it i want to cry.

People don dream about sad things, their not supposed to.
No they are supposed to dream about things that are relevant.

But this dream scared me.
For days it ate away at me,
making it impossible to do anything.

Sleeping was cut short,
my head pounded,
as i watched him,
as i watched him dying over and over again.

No one wanted to think about it,
or give me the time of day to talk about it.

What if...

-Don't die!
but he did anyways.

Saying something doesn't always make it happen,
does it?

I can still smell the cologne he was wearing in that dream,
every time i close my eyes,
it's weird,
like it happens every time i close my eyes.

-Please, don't kill him, take me not him!
words, only words.

He took another hit,
oh he scared me, always
never a dream,
only reality.