What Really Matters
She cried
He died
Many regrets
Growing debts
Nothing really mattered
Threw his ashes off a building, watched as they scattered
She'd felt so guilty
So wretched and filthy
Always denying herself of blame
Her heart dead, its blown out flame
All she ever wanted
Now, the rest of her life to be haunted
Why's everyone so cruel
The blood she drowns in, it's her own pool
The memory of him will always linger
His last words quite literally did sting her
So truly empty, honestly hollow
Left alone with no one around to follow
It never happened at all
No scapegoat to take the fall
Now she dies
No one knows, cares, or cries
Along go long kept secrets
Simply carried away in two seperate caskets
As they were lowered into the ground, you couldn't help but flinch as they clanked &
clattered
The story ends with no one left flattered
Copyright © Catherine Collins | Year Posted 2005
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