There was a coffin registered for two,
but only one was found.
A lover laid alone, young and eager.
A heart in his hand and a note left upon his face..
"You ment something to me for ive taken your heart and you've had mine.
After carving yours out as you asked.. i place it on your hand and lay this note on your lips.
The sweetest words came from these lips and the softest touch from your hands.
I thought i wanted you, and told you we'd die together.
Live young and fast, live our fantisies.
But i was confused and as i carved out your heart for me to take to my grave..
and i think, i want to stab myself amillion times with this same knife... because i love another.
i played with your mind, you were just a game..
but ill have him, and you'll have your heart..
hope you have a good afterlife...
Good by bestfriend..
P.S. we all die alone.. "
As i stare at this boy.. i cry. i cry not for him, but what this world has come too.
Trust is treasured like gold and rare like this boy..
fore he is i. the one in that coffin of which i speak.
Something like this cant be justified, just thought about.
the question "why" will come to you alot.
but the awnser is the same.
We all die alone...
