Further

Good-bye

I tried to fix everything. I've begged, pleaded, and bargained. Yet you didn't come back. So, I'll drink the bleach to wash away the stain of that cocaine coma... even though I know that it is too deep, and it will never go away.

No one ever told me about the finality of death, or the true meaning of good-bye. The ghost of your memory haunts, torments, and suffocates me. Not even in my darkest nightmares have I ever endured such loneliness.

Falling back on your grave I stare up into the sky, and my eyes cloud over. I'll be there soon... but why did you leave me behind in the first place?