Reading her poems to try and look back
Crying these tears while trying to turn back
Wondering why I had to hurt her so bad
Wondering how I could've been so horrible
Horrible enough to awaken the beast
The beast known as "Depression"
The beast known as "Suicide"

How could I have done this to her
Why... did I do this to her

I should've saved her
I should've shown her the truth
But I didn't
And now...
Now it's too late

Now she's dead
And she died thinking I hated her
Thinking I would be fine without her

But in the end...
She was wrong
She was so wrong...

Someday I'll see her again
But this time... it'll be because I met my end
And I look forward to that day

I don't look forward to it because I'll be dead
But instead
Because I'll be with her again

Heaven or hell
For better or worse
I no longer care
As long as being away from her is no longer a curse