Maybe I will die finally!
Oh how sweet death will be, swooping in with arms of shadow,
the unknown a despairingly sweet smile in it's sorrow!

I miss him so dearly but he hath changed and so have I!
He, the void, a distant memory,
and I, the dead girl who made him so unhappy!

Maybe I will ask to be reborn as a prettier girl,
one he may like to talk to,
one who is thin and funny and looks like she came from a fairytale.
Someone who would look good living.

I made the poem on the other side,
Because I am tired.
I am tired of the everythings!