Ask yourself, why
by Shiznit Skitzafrantic
Fall to the floor, beg on bent knees,
asking god, please return me.
It's too late, you knew it from the start,
this is how it ends, this is how it falls apart.
It was unknown to you at first,
when you heard about it, you didn't think the worst.
An accident, surely, you thought it must be,
"She would never end her life over me."
The love of our lifes has now gone forever,
what once was a beautiful golden treasure.
"I'm not worth dying over", you think,
calm the pain, swallow another drink.
You hurt me when alcohol controlled your life,
so, I, in return, hurt you with a knife.
The note said it all, told of the my pain,
of the heartache and longing I'd never feel again.
You read, re-read, and read it once more,
the third time you saw it you collapsed on the floor.
The note of my death went something like this:
"It all began with a magnificent kiss.
My love, my life, I will miss you so much,
your sweet embrace, your gentle touch.
You said you loved me and you never lied,
as my purity was casually tossed aside.
You knew I would do anything for your love once more,
but all you could do is slam shut the door.
My love, my hate, all tossed away,
for your selfishness, soon, you will pay...
I couldn't keep you, the alcohol won,
all of your deception, you thought it was fun.
Now you bear the burden of my death,
till the end, till your very last breath..."
As you read this, I pray you're overcome with guilt and depression,
knowing in reality, it will be soon be your confession.
So as you pray to the heavens, as you cry,
just think of my note, and ask yourself, why.
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