You

• Susannah Bell, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2004

the tears started to flow...
down my cheeks...
and you weren't there...
to dry my eyes...
can't you see that i'm dying without you here just when i need you the absolute most...
life...
life sux...
and the point of living is?
you...
you're always there...
in the back of my mind...
keeping me alive...