maybe i was wrong

I wrote this poem because i was feeling depressed bout this guy i go to school with..

Maybe I was Wrong

All the scars are still
Here, still visible and plan to
See. All the pain still fresh in
My mind. Going over everything
That happened.

Fresh Tears falling and
Never ending like a sad
Waterfall still going.
No one here to help them stop.
No one to make the pain stop.

All the blood pouring from the
New cuts.
No way to stop, no way to end.
It’s all happing way to
Quick.

Laying here underground,
I now understand what happened
Soon I’ll see fiery pits,
Or soft white clouds.
Then to hear and see everyone
I thought didn’t care .
To see them all crying.

Maybe I was wrong,
To think no one cared.
For now I see,
That everyone did, and now
I wish I could take it
Back to live with everyone
Who does care.

So maybe I was wrong.
But now It’s too late
To change what I did.