Her funeral

Waking up to the news that the one you love has just killed her self… you break down in tears wishing you had not told her what you did. Wishing you had the chance to tell her everything on your mind, not just the bad but the good as well, that you didn't get to say the first time. Wishing you could have her hold you once more before shes was gone. But all that is just hopes and wishes. You cry day in and day out… you don't want to move or smile, you wish it was you that was dead instead of her. But its too late now to say hello again or goodbye once more… I can't live with her or without her… she is my one and only and it will always be that way with her here by my side or with her watching over me from above. Every day i go to her grave cry over her… watching my tears fall on the grave i whisper i love you hoping to get the same response but nothing but silence, Then i think that if i die right now right here on her grave people might see that true love is real. So i go get the bottles of pills and start taking them bottle by bottle. To finish it off i slit my wrist deep enough to let the crimson blood run down my arm and down to the grave of the one i love. Finally my last breath came and i die with tears in my eyes, finally i'm gone from the real world and i'm back in her arms safe and sound.