Written With Suicidal Thoughts

Changes

Soon you'll only be a memory--

Something that slipped through my fingers.

Soon I'll only make a mere appearance

In your head, until I enter oblivion.

I thought of you as a dream

But with my eyes open,

Reality hit me, telling me my

Dreams would never make it.

Soon you'll be holding hands with another

The hand with a ring on it

Soon I'll be on the floor with a bottle

Mourning for our love

I shouldn't want you back

I should be moving on

I shouldn't be destroying myself

But no matter how much you changed,

I can't stop loving you--

Even if it hurt me the most.

- H.H.