Before

I can't draw a picture,
To show you the pain.
I can't stand the hurt,
Of not seeing you again.

I try hard to show you,
But it's done with a twist.
I try hard to make you see,
The story on my wrist.

You said you'd always be here,
But now you aren't in sight.
You said you'd never leave me,
But then we had that fight.

I wish I could take it back,
Those awful things I said.
I wish I could make it better,
Before I end up dead.