They say go to bed it will be alright.
But they can't. Feel. The pain.
I scream so loud. Only I.
My heart is gone. I'm empty.
He took it. It was never meant to be.
Life. Such a dream. Death so real.
He is gone. And with it my heart. My love.
I'm broken. The tears. Falling.
Keep on.
So many words. I.
Didn't tell him.
Goodbye.