Letters

Letters sent just from me,
Words ripped and torn from my heart,
One day you will see,
I didn’t mean to make us so apart.

The note was tear-stained and still,
Clutched to your chest
You’ll never know what I knew,
I was doing it for the best.

Sometimes I had to get away,
Sometimes I tried hard not to cry,
My life suffered each miserable day,
I even felt the need to die.

I’m not saying you didn’t stand by me,
I never said that you didn’t care,
But this is the way it has to be,
Shame you had to shed a tear.

I guess it’s not fair,
When I made my choice,
I left you by yourself down there,
All alone with your own voice.

Some things are taken away,
You probably already know,
You found me where I lay,
With my letter resting on the pillow.

Such a shame that you were there,
When I took my last breath,
You weren’t meant to see my gasp for air,
You were never meant to see my death.

You read my letter through teary eyes,
Teardrops run along the words,
That piece together my goodbyes,
And explain all my hurt.

You couldn’t have seen my pain,
I guess I hid it all too well,
I lied to you again and again,
Even though I was going through hell.

Now, I’m afraid the sadness took over,
My pain really was too deep,
No one could have saved me ever,
From entering my eternal sleep.