Bittersweet

since the day i was born i've been in and out of the hospital i've prayed for years for god to take me away and no answer was given i met the man of my dreams at 16 he brought me lunch everyday always something different always something exotic and adventurous the pain got so much worse as the years passed i prayed and prayed to be let free i did not want to hurt anymore i did not want to lose the one i loved but it was a hard choice to make a life of pain and love or a painless life of freedom and loneliness i knew it was coming finally god was listening to me my heart was finally giving up on me but not on my love i wrote a letter the day before i passed away and told him not to open it until my funeral he kissed my cheek and i was gone "my love, i'm watching over you but i cannot hold you i will always love you but i cannot show you i'm always there but you'll never know a life of pain or a life of loneliness i chose what was best you will love again our love was something to be held on to our love... my life... it was bittersweet" as so was that written on my grave