You said you'd love me.
Until the day you died.
So tell me my love.
Why commit suicide?
Was there a reason.
I could not know.
A reason for dying.
For letting me go.
When you said forever.
Did you mean a day?
Was that all you wanted.
A chance to get away?
You seemed to always smile.
Everytime I passed you by.
Whispering My lovely love.
Or was it all a lie?
I now seem to wonder.
What was fiction and fact.
You kept all your secrets.
And always held back.
What was eating at you.
What was killing you inside.
I was always there if you needed.
Until the day you died.
He said,
'You’re the only reason I’m living and I wanna start dying.'
And so she whispered,
'kill me'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem