The bed is bigger, but I still feel so small without you,
and now there's more cold space to warm than before.
I'm not saying that that's the reason I'm depressed,
but it doesn't help.
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
