Everytime I see your picture, I cry.
I couldn't get over you after you died.
Given the face that you're not here,
I'm isolated
From my loved ones and fears.
I'm too broken to be fixed
By drugs or love.
I cut your initials into me;
There's nothing else
To think of.
My heart cannot be mended--
It stopped pumping
A long time ago.
All I have now
Is a lifetime of sorrow.
My eternal wounds will never heal--
Pain and death is all I feel.
I pray
For you
To be back in my arms,
To drown me
In your infatuating charms.
I wish for you to be alive again,
Because this wasn't how it was supposed to end.
But you had to die,
My love,
My friend.

*This poem is almost related to Through Your Eyes, but in a different
perspective.
 
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