Missing You

i wish i had a chance

to bring you back to life

although i know you’re gone

i still miss you in my endless strife

the stormy night you went away

i knew the end was here

locked yourself into your room

but never shed a tear

but you failed at the attempt

though you knew how hard i cried

i cannot let you go

because i know how hard you tried

Categorized as poetic

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.