An Old Memory

I killed myself yesterday. I gave it all away. I needed to hear it from you, But instead you pushed me away. I needed to know if you believed in me. I needed to know if you could see. What I had become; If I was what you wanted me to be. I sat there for hours, As you criticised me. Blamed me for things, even though you did not see, That I had become who you wanted me to be. I took myself away, not because of hate, But because I needed your belief, So I could feel complete. And now that I’m gone away from you, I can complete myself And you’ll be nothing but an old memory. So I leave this note for you my dear lover, And ask you not to hate. For my love wasn’t good enough To satisfy your taste. And I leave you with these words, which will forever ring in your ears: I will always love you my dear…