the grave of the teen suicide.

What about me?
I'm left behind.
To lay down the flowers,
And stand at the side.
To talk about life,
And ask myself why.
As I stand at the grave,
Of the teen suicide.
So what about me?
What about us?
You said you'd stay with me,
It was you I could trust.
But how could I trust you?
You left me alone,
Now all that is left are memories and bones.
So at night I remembered you,
And I cried,
Now you're just the grave
of the teen suicide.
Did I not listen?
Was it my fault?
Could I have stopped you,
Or at least made you halt?
Should I have held you,
That little bit tighter.
You were more of a lover,
Than you were that a fighter.
The world beat you down,
and you couldn't hide.
Until you were the grave,
Of the teen suicide.

But when I was with you,
I felt so alive.
Now that you're gone,
I just can't survive.
For me “I love you...”
Was not just a sound.
So I stepped of the building,
And I fell to the ground.
I said I'd stay with you,
And I never lied.
Now I'm just the grave,
Of a teen suicide...