You're gone
you're really gone.
this isn't a bad dream
or a sick joke,
you're gone.
really.

I'll miss you,
I think.
though the truth is
I really don't want to.
I don't want to cry or mourn.
I don't want to grieve.
I don't wanna stay up all night hating myself because
I didn't help you through the dark.

I should've helped you through the dark.