Anyone could have told you she was under pressure
Not neccessarily that she wasn't handling it well, she seemed fine
Decisions were made when no one was looking
Now, I only drove by her funeral because the crowd was so large
Only friends and family sat in the front seats, people were standing on the sidewalk outside of the church
Winter was setting in
Yesterday, I walked home with her
Opaque and careless, and
Utterly ignorant. I'm sure she wanted it that way
Decades later, no one will remember her. If she's lucky, she'll become a statistic
Oxygen stolen and plant food then
Not that she doesn't matter to us now, just
'
That she won't then
Had only I known
All the time I spent with her, even the
Ventalation is asking why I didn't help her
Even the air whipping around my head as I can't sleep
Tomorrow, she won't be coming back to classes, but
Onward we must go
Before, I thought she had given up. It's
Easier to be angry than to realize that she just let go, and it was her choice, as painful as it was for us. If you're one of those saying,
Goodbye,
Only I'm actually going to do it
Only for real this time...
Don't.
"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -John Stienbeck, "East of Eden"
You can't just go.