Living or dying

the voices in my head
well they all say that hes dead
but they lie
and if thats true
why do i cry
alone at night in my bed
stolen away from me in peaceful dreams
i cant quite figure it out
but im falling apart at the seams
he meant so much to me
please just let me take his place for a while
he could say good bye
just one last time
he died so young
i should have been the one
i would take his place
not a second would i hesitate
as i taste this gun on my tongue
i drop to my knees
and beg him please
let me come home
emily