There are
things I
have suffered
through
that
will never
be a story
from my lips,
nor will
ever be
words to a paper.

What is there left to say?
I've run out of tears
I've run out of pain
Two long years you've been away
What is there left to say?

*The Suicide Diaries

I opened up
my laptop
to send you a message
to say I'm sorry
make sure you were still gone
and I realized
there's nothing left to say.
You're gone.

I can't see you anymore
Oh, are you still there?
Sorry, I thought you'd left,
And I didn't know where.
It's okay if you're gone,
I've been discovering me;
Maybe someday I'll know who I am,
If you will just let me be.