I cannot bear the pain
It feels like it did before
I will end my life
Just a matter of when
My love
I hope you can forgive me
As I forgive you
But you do not know to
As I could never reach you
Despite reaching the stars
My words grew cold
In the still dark night
Be good to me
Though you are not good
I would send you a postcard
But you would just throw it away
I am not usually this negative
This toll was unusually high
A loss of words and life
Ended whilst in strife
A Prophet Scorned 