Forgive me.
I made my dream real.
The lost soul;
it escaped my body.
It looked upon the cries,
it looked upon the sadness.
But when my soul wasn't lost,
why was there no one there?
Regret.
Is this what they feel?
When I see my body,
crying faces looking upon it,
am I looking at people who cared?
If this to be right,
then I refuse this choice.
I know it to be
A lie.
I can't believe in these lies.
Pity for themselves,
this is what these faces are in search of.
Not for me,
my wounds,
my lost soul.
It is all for the title
of saying that they had once loved
a person who has left their life.