A sweet thing, but also painful.
The pain is over,
But only for the ones lucky enough to die.
There are the lucky ones.
There misery ends by taking there lives.
No more hate,
No more fake love.
Then there's the ones who are happy.
Happy with there lives.
Happy with everything.
Then there's me.
I live day to day suffering the pain.
The pain of losing a loved one,
The memories flooding in my head.
The memories of that lucky one.
You left me behind.
You left m in this creul,sick world,
The world we all call home.
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