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Wilbur Nov 2019
It's all too much to handle
The memories of her
The memory of her death...
It's all too much to handle
Wilbur Nov 2019
As the walls crumble around me
And all the memories of her race through my head
I take one last breath...
And face the bliss that is death
Wilbur Nov 2019
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And you are too

But the roses have wilted
The sugar is gone
My wrists are now ******
Because your sweetness is gone
Jules Nov 2019
Why am I letting this hit me so hard?
It's over
I'm done
Goodbye
You're gone
I can't digest your lack of feeling
I can't begin this state of healing
Like the Archangel
You defend those in battle
But in your battle
Against the Devil
You've lost a part of you,
An important part of you,
And now you're wholly gone
For: Michael Andersen
Wilbur Nov 2019
As the red gushed out to resemble a river on the floor, there was a sense of tranquility that was never there before.
And although that lasted but a minute, it was worth it.
Wilbur Nov 2019
I'm sorry for doing this to you
On top of all else I've done
But I had to do this

I had to stop hurting
And I had to find peace
And this was the only way to do that

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye
I've never really known how to
And they always hurt too much
But I hope my leaving doesn't hurt you too badly

In my final moments, I was beyond weak
My mind... it was done
My body needed to rest
And my soul... it was ready to be free once more

Please don't remember me the way I was yesterday
But instead
The way I was last year
Smiling, laughing, and generally happy
Not crying, shaking, and screaming

And please...
Don't leave the ones you love, simply because I left you
Stay with them
Make them feel loved
And make them feel cared for

And to you, my sister...
If you're reading this, I'm especially sorry to you
I wish I could've said goodbye to you
But I never got the chance to
And if I had of gotten the chance
I wouldn't of known how to say "Goodbye"
Just... remember
Remember that I loved you more than anything
Remember that I cared about you
And remember that you were important to me

To all others...
I'm sorry for everything
I'm sorry this road has to end
And I'm sorry I had to meet my end

But in the end...
You'll see me again
All of you will...

I love you

Goodnight
Consider this to be my.... Goodbye letter, of sorts.
Wilbur Nov 2019
When the morning comes I'll no longer be here
My mind and body will no longer be one
My body can finally rest
While my soul can continue to roam
slowly giving up and giving in...
Wilbur Nov 2019
Theres nothing left to be said
Nobody left to be seen
Nothing left to be felt

So why should I keep being?
Growly Wolfus Nov 2019
I wake up from my hellish nightmares
head throbbing
What had happened last night?
empty beer bottles stare at me
memories filter into my mind
black and grey and white
and...

Red.

Did I really do it?
Or was it a part of my dreams?
She's dead.
Isn't she?
It wasn't real.
It couldn't have been.

The kitchen is empty
I don't want to go back outside
Not yet.
The snow welcomes my departure
I'm surrounded by figures on this chilly day
their glitched faces blacked-out by my rage
and voices turned to static

Grabbing some food and a case of beer
passing through the crackling storm
She was the only face I could see
we were together for such a long time
I...I loved her.
Why did she have to leave!?

Running amidst the crowded street
winter winds howling in my ears
Her voice...the only one I could hear
Is she alright?
I have to check
I push against the flurry
my eyes welled with tears

I ring the doorbell numerous times
and toss all of my food in the blizzard snow
banging on the door
until it creaks open
the frame slightly broken
the glass of the second lying shattered on the floor

"I'm sorry," I stammer aloud
"I didn't mean to break it."
Eerie silence causes my head to ache
Some furniture was moved or tipped over
I fix it for her.  Perhaps she's asleep.
But why, at this time, is she not awake?

"Sorry to bother-" I start again
then it hits me like a bus
The memories come in like a flood
I open the door to her bedroom
her cold eyes stare back at me
my hands drip with her blood

The world becomes black and grey and white
and...

Red.
What do you make this world to be?  Everyone perceives it differently.  But I suppose the world is more colorful to me.  At least, the basic colors, you see.
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