A Book of Poems

~ ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 ~

It was sixteen past eleven,
When you sent me your goodbye,
Did you even think of me when,
You said you wanted to die?

Did you ever wonder,
How much I'd cry,
Or maybe you'd see it and wish I were down under,
It isn't you who deserves to die.

I'm sorry I'm like the rest,
I'm trying so hard but this is my first time,
At least I hope you know you were my best,
And only around you I seemed to shine.

These cuts on my hands,
Have come without explanation,
Until today when you cut the bands,
And let me cut my arm with no hesitations.

I wish you had stayed,
For I miss you great,
You'll never be someone I've played,
And you're too good to rate.

I love you,
Dear Bel,
I hope you won't go through,
But if you do, I know you won't end up in hell.

I hope to see you one day,
And hug you like I planned,
So don't ruin it, please stay,
Or I will never stand.

Never get out of bed,
I need to know you're not gone,
He isn't the one I love, I wish I said,
But now it's gone all wrong.

I love you,
That will never change,
You've taught me so much my dear,
So I hope this isn't your last goodbye.