He said to me with swollen eyes,
"Heaven is better than this,
So if there is no purpose for my living,
Why delay my rapture. I love you,
But I'm only going to Hurt you if I stay."
A peck on my lips,
"Go, run home!"
And he ran,
I yelled and cried,
He ran and ran,
I stood, so scared,
With tears in my eyes,
Gun shots in the air.
No one could help him.
"It wouldn't be suicide,"
The words he said echoed in my head,
"I'm just going to be in the wrong place,
At the right time."
I ran and ran,
Cried and cried,
I couldn't watch,
It was a blood bath,
A riot.
I ran home,
Ran and ran;
But home was where he was,
And I didn't know where that was.
I cried and cried,
And in that moment I was certain,
*My soul had died.
I don't even know where this came from, but I feel it, the pain, the reality.