This is all so hard.
I'm still hurting,
but you're happy.
Will you still be happy tomorrow?
What about a month from now?
A year?
When you finally miss me beside you,
don't call me,
don't bother asking for me,
don't visit my home.
You won't find me there anymore.
But in my new home.
My grave.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
This is all so hard.
I'm still hurting,
but you're happy.
Will you still be happy tomorrow?
What about a month from now?
A year?
When you finally miss me beside you,
don't call me,
don't bother asking for me,
don't visit my home.
You won't find me there anymore.
But in my new home.
My grave.
