I wish you were here. But you're not; you're there. And there doesn't know how lucky it is.

It's hard to forget pain,
But it's even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scars to show for happiness.
We learn so little from peace.

There's only a few things I've wanted to hold on to;
One being the color of the sky so blue,
And every feeling I've ever felt when I was touching you.

I never dreamed it'd be this way.
I've lost any chance for me to say,
To say that I miss you, say that I love you.
Will someone please tell me I'm okay? I hate this feeling of depression. Really.