What's the point of being here?
Without you here, it's pointless.
Your last words were, "We will met again".
But I didn't want to let you go.

I haven't heard your laugh in over a month,
And it's killing me inside.
All I have are the memories,
But those aren't enough.

I still smell your scent on my black sweater you wore of mine that night.
And the bed is still made up on your side.

When you're gone,
My heart breaks into little pieces.
And my days just get darker and darker.

Do you hear my cry for you at night?
You were everthing,everything to me.
I'm done with this pain and suffering.
Maybe I should do the same thing you did to me.
I'll end my life, like you did yours.