Is it meant to be?

As I lay here crying,
Feeling so sad, and also like dying,
All I can think of is you.

So many memories, swell up in my mind,
While the tears pour out of my sad red eyes.

Even now, in my darkest dawn,
The last thing I want to do, is move on.

Lying here, so miserably weak,
All the days away from you,
Are so Goddamned bleak.

People say, Love knows no age;
So, as I fall into it,
Why must you all get so enrage?

If I tried to tell you,
How much you mean to me,
You'd simply look the other way.

I'm writing you to tell you that,
No matter how far we grow away,
I will always love you,
Even after my last Earthen day.