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Cross my heart and hope to die.
I’m writing this suicide note,
But I don’t know why.
Why or how or who or where.
You’re in my dreams,
But, when I wake up, nobody is there.
The room is dark and i’m all alone.
My eyes are open, but nobody is home.
I try and try to get over the past,
But I look down at my heart
And it’s missing your half.
The half that makes my chest beat.
Stuck in this cycle of pain, repeat, pain, repeat,
Pain so powerful that my mind can’t sleep.
It is confined by fleeting memories:
Dreams I can't stand to keep.
Each time I have these dreams,
My eyes, they weep.
God I cry.
Like my dreams,
The sun, it melts across the blissful sky.
Dusk, birth of new day.
I put down my pen:
There is nothing left to say.
All I can ever say, ever do is love you
If only you knew,
How much I will always, and forever, love you.
Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the next,
My sky will, once again, shine blue...
By the way, I was this sad months ago. I never actually considred killing myself. I was terribly depressed. I am just writing about how I felt and how I still love her.
How did you feel? Which areas would you change? If so, how? Thank you. Just let me know what you think. Constructive criticism would be best..
I’m writing this suicide note,
But I don’t know why.
Why or how or who or where.
You’re in my dreams,
But, when I wake up, nobody is there.
The room is dark and i’m all alone.
My eyes are open, but nobody is home.
I try and try to get over the past,
But I look down at my heart
And it’s missing your half.
The half that makes my chest beat.
Stuck in this cycle of pain, repeat, pain, repeat,
Pain so powerful that my mind can’t sleep.
It is confined by fleeting memories:
Dreams I can't stand to keep.
Each time I have these dreams,
My eyes, they weep.
God I cry.
Like my dreams,
The sun, it melts across the blissful sky.
Dusk, birth of new day.
I put down my pen:
There is nothing left to say.
All I can ever say, ever do is love you
If only you knew,
How much I will always, and forever, love you.
Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the next,
My sky will, once again, shine blue...
By the way, I was this sad months ago. I never actually considred killing myself. I was terribly depressed. I am just writing about how I felt and how I still love her.
How did you feel? Which areas would you change? If so, how? Thank you. Just let me know what you think. Constructive criticism would be best..