Missing Poem by Cheney Cline

M: Issing pieces here and there,
I: don't know how I learned to bare
S: uch as the burden of life,
S: o much pain and hate,
I: know I love you, but you don't I,
N: ow in the end we both shall fly,
G: oing where and why I don't know,
One thing for sure I have to go
Away from here with the hate and pain,
But the reason that is main
Is that I can't be with you,
Though there is nothing else I wish to do,
I would rather die a miserable death
Than to live with out my true

(Written, like two years ago.)