I lay on the bed.
I pray in my head.
I thought you may have been dead, but my heart wished otherwise.
-I knew you were gone the second that you left.
I prayed you were safe, but I saw the desperation in your eyes.
-I knew you were gone the second that you left.
My heart bled.
I start dying instead.
I remember the last I love you spoken out of guilty goodbyes.
-I knew you were gone the second that you left.
How could I have not saved you when I heard all your cries?
-I knew you were gone the second that you left.
Outsmarted dead.
I start to tread.
All the signs of suicide; hurting yourself on purpose, all the lies.
-I knew you were gone the second that you left.
I thought on a daily basis, "what will I do if she breaks down and dies?
-I knew you were gone the second that you left.
I lay on the bed.
I pray in my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem