I see your picture,
Hanging on the wall,
You look so happy,
You stand so tall.

You are hugging me,
To keep me warm,
The wind was picking up,
In coming was a storm.

Both of us were smiling,
Those were the days,
But in the end,
Who really pays?

Before you left me,
In such a state,
Why didn't you say anything?
Pain is what you create.

I could have helped,
Or atleast tried,
You have no clue,
How many nights I have cried.

Waiting to wake up,
From this endless dream,
Wanting everything to be normal,
But nothing is what it seems,

I miss you,
So much and more,
But you left me without,
Walking out the door.

You were unhappy,
Maybe because of me,
But you took your life to make a point,
A point that the world may never see.
 
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