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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1970404
Depression is a silent killer
There is a her shaped hole in this world
A black void
If you look hard enough you can still see the sparkles of the departed
Black diamonds of the afterlife
The entrance left open
In case he needs to follow

It isn't in the leaving she said
It's in the living once I'm dead
The cold cold bed Sat in our room
The silence in the telephone
This is what the worst will be
The carrying on with out me

It isn't in the leaving she said
It's in the living once I'm dead
She asked him once to be brave
Carry on forget her name
Give some meaning to his life
Leave behind the cold dead wife

How can you love me she asked
All I want is to depart
How am I faithfully yours she cried
He just looked at her and sighed

It isn't in the leaving she cried
It's in the living once I've died
Where I go has no name
I can feel it pulling me back again
I'll wait for you she said
Promised this in life and death

I warned you along the way she said
I tried to make you see
I never belonged to this world
As I never belonged to me
I belong to a Neather world
I was put here by mistake
I'm waiting for it to draw me back
To take again my place

This is what she sees when there
He's too used up to even care
Watching his restless nights and days
Keeping the haunting mind at bay
The last vision in his head
Is his wife hanging from above the bed
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