Hennessy.

Not just a drink.
He's my fucking dog.
And he's gone.
Everyday, right before i go to school i say bye.
But today, i was in a rush.
I didn't say goodbye to him.
No big deal...right?
I come home, and i see everybody outside.
Mom, dad, Killer, Coke.
But no Hennessy.
I didn't want to believe it.
But my dog is really fucking gone.
You don't really know what you have till it's gone huh?
I guess i don't appreciate anything.
-Bitch