My love, Why? Was it that you loved me for eternity? why would you love me to the extent you forgive me while I was the one preparing your coffin, and maybe if you hated me for what I did, maybe if you wanted me dead, I would be better, but you choose to forgive you loved me to lose yourself, I wish to be dead now, but those raindrops, those thundering your sweet voice that made me make promises still, play in my mind, till my soul rips apart. my love you wanted me to live, so, you made me promise, though you knew I would be a ship sailing with no water in the ocean, without you but today, tomorrow, and forever it seems I will never live, I will just be alive As a numb body, waiting to be buried digging my own grave. Questioning myself why is it I am still alive??