When I Said Goodbye

He walked away and I died inside.
I say this to myself every day
of my poor, miserable
life without you.

I don't need you... I think.
But the truth is, I do.
My broken heart and upset
and lost soul are from the
pain you caused me.
It was fate at first,
Then fate in darkness.

I thought there was nothing
to lose, yet i lost everything.

I'm lost here without you.
My cries are for your love,
which you ripped away,
and it seems less than unfair.

"Can you save me from you?"
I write in that letter,
that last one before
the razor hits my skin.

"Take me away," I whisper as the
cold hands of Death grip
my throat and tighten,
it's darker now, yet I see
you laughing at my pain and sorrow.
and then, as i watch
from my own little window,
my own funeral,
a silent tear falls down your
cheek, and i wonder if you
really loved me...

The way I loved you, when i said goodbye.