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A poem talking to one departed soul |
A word to my dearest love, why did you go By cutting your neck, making me drown in sorrow Was I nothing to you, not worth any more pain Might I tell you, my dearest, that I’m going insane Without you with me I see no point in trying It seems that the only way out is me dying Which with you dead and gone has already begun For by getting the news my life has come undone A word to my dearest love, I feel half dead Perhaps in your suicide note what was said Was accurate to the point of disbelief This world is worth nothing if in it is grief And sheer emptiness flowing over the brim At birth I’d no idea it would be this grim Was it a mistake to be born at all To my death from the roof of this place I shall fall A word to my dearest love, I miss you so I constantly wish to not see tomorrow And perhaps this time my sad wish will come true Though I know that the final wish to come from you Was for me to live on, to fight and stay strong And although you believed that I could, you were wrong Dying is my fate, it is what I must do So I want you to know, I will be with you soon |