Bereaved
It shall always remain such a shame,
That even though in a way we were all to blame.
We were not there, even at the very end of you
Little to none tried to help with what you were going through.
It was never because we did not care,
Only because we could not always be there.
Then again, seemed you never left your soul bare,
So we now live in regret of how your death will always be unfair.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2022
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