I didn't die from suicide.
I died from being alone,
how you left me feeling cold.
Unable to grip the reality without you here.
It filled my life, full of fear.
Each tear that passes down my face,
is a reminder of you.
I tied the noose,
hoping I wouldn't get let loose.
You are my drug,
my only addiction.
Please, just one last hug?
I hate that I love you.
Though, we've been through so much.
I finally let go of my fake smiles.
Now, take a picture.
Of this hanging scene.
That picture of me,
of me with a keen sadness lurking upon the scene...
