The Worst Morning After

It was the morning after I read her note Bidding farewell to the world and me How insensitive a jerk I surely am Not to recognize her misery It was the morning after the flashing lights Her face covered by a pure white sheet Empty prescription bottles littering the floor Her final chapter now complete It was the morning after accusing eyes Pierced my heart already ripped out I mistook my happiness to be hers, too And didn’t hear the silent cries she would shout It was the morning after my whole life changed And I was left to mourn alone That I knew I would follow her Down the path that no one condones