I sit here still,
By your undying grave,
I know you won't listen,
Yet still I rant and rave.
I didn't mean to hurt you,
I never really tried,
It really pains me to think
That you've simply gone and died.

Please do not feel bitter,
It was your final choice,
Your solitary twitter,
Turned into a screaming voice.

The voice of the young,
The voice of the youth,
The voice of the dying,
The voice of the truth.

You quietly lie and stare,
At neverending sorrow,
It was your final pain,
But in Hell, there's no tomorrow.

 
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