"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." - George Eliot
Yesterday I lied
You drew me closer with a smile,
I leaned in with my own sly grin,
You whispered me a personal secret,
Little did I know what was about to begin.
I skipped off back to my own damn life,
Forgetting about the promise I swore,
Telling precious few what you said,
Now that you've found out we're at war.
Today you died
After years of arguing and denial,
Everything began to split bit by bit,
Just from that one tiny little secret,
You've gone home crying, wanting to quit.
I went on with my friends and life,
Trying to ignore what you and I said,
After telling you to never talk to me again,
The next day they found you dead.
Tomorrow I cried
I regret everything that I have ever done,
And begin to question what's in my life,
Were you worth the pain and tears,
And should I start to use that knife?
A tear a day, that's what they say,
To forget someone who's gone away.
But I stop to sigh, and start to cry,
Because I too want to die.
A/N: Never give up on anything, not even when you put all your trust in one thing and then one day you wake up to find it's gone. RIP To The Lost.