Ode To Charlie. . .

Sometimes I lay in bed and listen to music

It makes me think, it makes me cry

I even get sick, I even get dry

Inside I feel emotionally drained

I feel I am sprained, like I can't shed a tear

I can't experience the emotions, I am to the extreme of my fear

I'm not too sure how to handle everyday

I know I can cry, I know I can hide

Charlie is happy, Charlie has tried

But this was the thing to break my fall

I once walked tall, but now I hang my head

It's time for bed

Farewell and goodnight Charlie