We were, it was us, meant to happen, meant to be,
Or so we thought, but now we see,
At this moment in time, this present in life,
We cannot communicate in any way, bringing to my attention a
knife,
To get away and color it red,
Going too far, I could end up dead,
But as this pain deepens, I may not realize my limits,
And as I look at this pendant,
That reflects my past,
I don't want to remember, I don't even want my life to
last,
Every second a streak of pain goes through my heart and
head,
Getting stronger and more painful by the minute it makes me
want to vanish and be dead,
So then no longer can I love and no one can love me,
So no more pain will be brought to any one I knew or were to
ever see,
In my future, I would not have to worry being hurt or
hurting others,
Or care for another,
Because at first it is amazing, the most important thing in
one's life,
But then it changes and turns to worse in my essence, making
me want to give up this fight,
I wanted and tried so hard and never gave up hoping to
believe,
But we couldn't make it, and I guess, we were never meant to
be....