Thinking Of You Poem by Hailey Stump

whats left of those old blue jeans
is the size of a bean
he done went and twisted us up
i kinda wish he didnt
now hes gone
and im done
its like im not even here anymore
im nowhere near my family
my mind needs to unwind
he made me go into depression
but my expression is plain and sad
never to be seen
i went out that screen door
and tor my shorts
it leads me to thinking everyday
sinking down in the couch in tears
almost never near the end of pain
wishing the stain of true pain would go away
but the days will never be the same without him