I still cry.
Why did you leave me like this?
Why did you have to die?
Now my life is a crisis

You knew you would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep you from being blue

But you resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell

I make myself bleed, like you did
I starve myself, like you did
I hid my feelings like you did
Now, Will I die like you did?

Maybe if you would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath



So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude comments please...
~OfmiceandDes