Sometimes I want to die,

I wonder if your soul would die inside like mine has.

I wonder if you would lie awake at nights wondering what could have become of us.

Would you wonder what we would be doing if you hadn't been you?

Would you feel like I felt when you left?

Would you stand on top of a building and wonder what your last thoughts would be as you went tumbling down in silence?

Would they be about me?

Would the pain and suffering cause you to write a meaningless poem in vain?

Sometimes I want to die,

Just so you can suffer like I have.