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
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