Killed.

I miss you.
Your humor.
Your laugh.
Your smile.

You felt so alone.
In a world of so many.
You hated yourself.
Because you never felt good enough.

You fought yourself.
Trying to control your own demons.
Trying to escape.
Escape the pain you felt.
Pushing yourself into depression.

So I.
So I killed you.

Your heart was so full of love.
But a darkness clouded your mind.
Negative thoughts filled you with hatred toward yourself.
Never feeling strong enough to be.

So I killed you.

I had to be stronger.
I had to find a fix.
Used love as a pill to numb the pain.
Unaware of what it was doing to me.

So numb..
I don't know what love feels like anymore.

It's sad.

You were the best part of me.
If I could of seen.
Seen through my own shadow of hatred.

I loved with so much passion.
I cared with so much heart.

I wanted the picket fence.
The family of four.

But when I looked in the mirror I wanted to die.
So I.
So I killed myself.

So I.
So I killed the pain.
But.
I lost apart of me that I may never get a chance to see again.