He broke my heart and I've spent all this time trying to forget the pain. I found a solution to my pain, but it isn't really a good one. I slowly cut my pain away a little at a time but I never could cut deep enough to get him off my mind. Until the night I took that razor to my wrist and pulled it quick and finally bled away his memory. My life was short but this was so much bigger then the strength I needed to get over the heartache. He came over and found me on the cold hard floor clutching a note that said "I'll love you forever" They buried me beneath the willow tree as the angels sang of the suicide for love...
The story spread, but nobody knew just how he felt. Just how much guilt swam through his mind. For months and months he went on blaming himself for my death. He numb his pain away a little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to stop it. Until the night he drank so much and went home. He took out his father's gun and put the barrel to his head. Slowly crying he pulled the trigger and finally washed away his guilt and shame. His life was short but it was so much bigger the strength he needed. They found him face down in his pillow. A note on the bureau saying "I'm sorry for all the pain I caused her" They buried him next to me beneath the willow while the angels sang their suicide lullaby.
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