I have no emotions.
Who would want such feelings?
To be able to hurt,
love is not worth it.

My pain from your suicide,
it burned up everything joyous
and then left, like you.
I don't think I will be able to make it through.

Night after night, I find myself sobbing.
My head, filled with images of you, throbbing.
I think I will follow your path,
Grab the rope, tie a noose, just a couple tugs and all is through.
You made it seem easy,
my empty stomach now queasy.
Did you feel this way too, when your life was almost through?
Dangling in the air,
pictures of your life flashing everywhere.
We will, my love, be together in death.
 
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