Please...

Please,
I need to know why you didn’t fight.
Was it just too much to handle,
why did you think suicide was right?

Please,
Why did you take yourself from us?
Why couldn’t you be brave another day?
God was too early in taking you away.

Please,
Tell me why I feel so pained,
so weak,
and so drained?

Please,
you had a reason to be here,
you didn’t have to leave here in fear.
Why couldn’t you stay?

Please,
I need you to just understand;
understand why I hate you.
my heart is broken; I can barely stand.

I guess;
you’re happy now,
somehow,
even though I don’t understand.

I see,
I see you dancing, happy and free;
singing and twirling like angel,
no longer broken, but happy, in glee.