The day you'd be gone,
I thought would never come.
The day I said goodbye
Seemed like I was just always going to say hi.
An emptiness lies inside of me.
The one thats missing you.
I sat there and thought of how much I'd be lost without you.
My heart seemed like it was going to crack open.
You never complained about a thing. You died from depression.
Why didn't you ever say a thing?
I could of been there and helped you out. I could of been the one to catch all of your tears, Yet, you ruined now.
You grabbed that knife.
You just rammed it right through your heart. Did it hurt? Did you regret it at your last moments of breathe? You did not think of me at all. You must of been so selfish to not even think of how much I would cry. Memories come to my mind. The moments you held my hand and said it was all going to be alright, now I know I will just keep living a dark life.. The same dark life that caused you to pick up that knife that rammed right through your open heart.
