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When I’m gone…

When I’m gone will you miss me?
The days you used to hug me and kiss me?
When I’m gone will you miss me?
The secrets we shared and the memories?
Will you miss the shared tears
The shoulder to cry on
The obliviousness to the end
The shoulder your tears dried on?
Will you miss my smile?
The one that was there while
The torture that tore apart
My shattered heart
All the while still smiled for you?
And hid the pain for you?
Will you miss me?

 I wrote this aged 15 years old. 

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