Only in death are we truely free...

This can't be real,
Just can't accept it,
I wont accept this reality,
We were so pure,
We were so true,
Our love was surreal,
I could be myself with you,
Not worry about what I was wearing,
Not care if I had any make-up on,
This cant be real,
You couldn't,
You wouldn't...
My tears fall heavier then the rain outside my window as I find your letter,
Screaming,
Broken,
Pulling at my hair on the floor,
Crying my heart shatters,
I resurrect my body from the floor screaming down the hall to the door,
Running down the drowning street,
Not caring that I was now completely consumed by rain and tears,
I find myself at your door,
Tear it open and climb what seems like a thousand stairs,
So broken apart I reach your room,
I stop...
Take a much needed breath and pray that I am not too late,
I quietly push the door open to find you so still on the ground,
I can't breathe,
I can't cry,
I can't think,
Something has stabbed me at my center,
I collapse next to your motionless body,
I reach for your face,
Still warm,
I touch your chest,
But nothing...
No heart beat,
Your growing colder with each kiss I lay upon your face,
Tears flow down my cheeks,
You've left me,
Why couldn't you have waited for that little bit longer,
We could have gone together,
But you taught me better then that,
You saved me from myself,
But I couldn't save you from your blade,
Now the blade I hold in my hand,
So desperately wanting,
Needing to be with you I realize...
Only in death are we truly free...

I wrote this last year, I just found it and thought I'd put it up... thanks