Would I take a life to bring yours back?
Would I harrow the depths of Hell to make me whole?
If the question is asked in the face of God almighty,
The answer would be "Yes."
You left me stagnant like you wouldn't have wished,
Cause now all you'll ever be is missed.
For all the grieving and questions without reply,
You'll only ever be a story of mine.
So to say in short what it took me months to believe,
Is that it's not the end, to see someone leave.
That the hurt and the pain, overwhelming at first,
start to slow and emotions reverse.
Till I'm found angry, not sad.
Because the life you once had,
now swings from the ceiling.
and we were all sent reeling like you wouldn't believe.
Now half a year passed,
not yet in the past.
Our wounds still open, like a broken glass.
Pouring out to the floor as we try to surpass,
Torment and fear over why you left.
And hoping to God that no one is next.
But it's life, so it all ends in death,
I just wish you would have waited fifty or sixty years to take your last breath.