May 2014
I can't, I'm sorry, this is the end
This is the last poem, I'm going to send
I can't not now, not without you.
This is the only thing I think I can do
You won't be hearing from me again
I can't stand living, not with this pain
I'm not over you, it was a lie.
And now it seems, I'm going to die.
This is the last poem, I'm going to send
I can't not now, not without you.
This is the only thing I think I can do
You won't be hearing from me again
I can't stand living, not with this pain
I'm not over you, it was a lie.
And now it seems, I'm going to die.
Bye, for the last time, goodbye, this is over, I'm done...Don't reread my poems they will only hurt you more, and I've hurt you far too much already
