my songs and poems

Poem

Hiding behind a mask of hate
We all knew it wasn't how you felt
You didn't tell, and now it's to late
I wish I could be there,but at the ground I am knelt

The times are forgotten as here I sit
Wondering why I hadn't noticed The problem
I piece the puzzles, but they do not fit
Now it's too late I see the problem

Here I am at your grave
Longing to see your face again
Standing here I try to be brave
The dirt Brown, I count every grain

This is it, this is the end
The day I finally join you
I take the pills and the knife
Now I am in heaven with you