I'm waiting for the day
When all of this will end
And you'll no longer call me friend
I push you farther and farther away
Yet you've stayed close mostly when I've cried
I'm waiting for the day when the world goes black
Do you know how and what I feel
Do you understand that pain is very real
I push thoughts of you farther and farther back
Yet you've stayed close on this confusing life ride
I'm waiting for the day when the world goes black and I am found
What will you say when all of this happens
What if your thought is simply "it depends"
I push my feelings for you farther and farther down
Yet you've stayed close when I hide
I'm waiting for the day when the world goes black and I am found and life for you is fine
But who am I to such naive beliefs
But who am I to avoid you and hope to lessen your grief
Yet you'll be with me long after I have died
Forever I will love you long after my suicide
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The Day When
PoetryHere's a poem of regret. A dear friend and I stopped talking a while back. I don't know what happened to us but I regret it. She had meant everything to me.