Did it have to end this way?
Everyone says so.
Though, I can't help but wonder why.
Angels must be sleeping now,
Closing their sad eyes to this.
Hell must be showing his hand.
My dear, did you have to do this to us?
Every time I ask, you say you did.
Now, surely that can't be true.
The truth is never so easy.
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Deep Down Depression
PoetryWe always said we would be together forever. We believed that nothing had the power to separate us. I think that's what made losing you so much worse.
