The Day I Died

The day I died, you looked happier then the day I was alive.
I wonder how you felt...
The day I died, I left my suicide note on your door.
I knew you wouldn't even read it.
Honestly it kills me to see you happy with that girl beneath the sheets.
I wish I wasn't dead
I wish I could take it back
I wanted to make love to the poet you were

The day I died.
Did you happen to see the signs I was unwell?
I see you live your life in pain as well
I know how it feels 
I knew how it felt

The day I died 
You found my body bare between those sheets with a rose properly meant for some other girl you claimed to love.
I wish you luck
I wish you no pain
I wish you well

I reread that poem you left for me 
I seen that inbetween you screamed 
Your blood was splattered upon this page
The day I died

The time you wished upon my skin as if it was magic
The moment I couldn't breathe my mind suffered thinking about you
The day I died
I saw you look at the crinkle under my eye 
You knew it wasn't from age 
You knew it was from crying over you
The day I died

I heard you whisper 
I heard you admit 
I heard you through the wind
You whispered the things I knew were true

The day I died 
I hated myself
I hated love
I never felt love 
I felt pain
The day I died 

A kiss of death
A smile traded for us
A laugh from the devil 
A grin from god 
A snarl from the angel
The day I died
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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