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

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

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

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

Maybe if te 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 commenti please...
~OfmiceandDes