To Life's End...

Dearest Kyle,

i'm really sorry, about the things i'm about to do.
Hell i'm even more sorry, for running into you.
i changed your life so fast that, it hurt you on and on,
i told you that you were something, when i was utterly wrong.
i felt so much lonliness, that for you i didn't care.
i felt so lost in the dark, as i grabbed that pitch black hair.
i'm really really sorry, and please if you can,
forgive me for all of my blindness, and give me your hand.
i don't want to do this, i'm begging you somehow,
even through i know it's too late, because the ending is now.
i can't handle the feeling, that lurks inside of me,
i can't keep fighting the urge, or keep saying "we".
Kyle, i don't want to hurt you,
so instead i'll fix it all, i'll mend your broken hand,
then i'll decide to fall.
Forget about me my lover, forget and forget again,
don't wonder about the blood Kyle, you know this is the end.
Don't come back to my house, looking for me,
don't wonder why i've done this, because you can already see.
i'm sorry for the pain, that i have put you through,
i'm sorry for the hurt, that i often caused to you.
Just remember me the way you saw me, one last eager night,
dont remember the hateful words, that started our little fight.
you can have this letter, and all the things in my room,
don't worry - i'll see you again, hopefully real soon.
Yes i have a fear, of dying alone without you,
but i have taken my life, and there's nothing you can do.
i suggest you remain here, without the crazy bitch,
you can finally go as far as you wish, without me wondering which.
you wont have to ask, if you can go out and play,
you wont have to call me, each and every day.
look at the good side to this, smile - just for me,
then forget everything we've ever done - forget about me.
After that, grow up,
into whatever i held you from,
become that very being, that went unknown to some.
Find someone to love, and love her more than me,
go on and get out of here, who cares what i'll be.
I will always love you though, and i will always care,
i'm just really sorry, that i met you that night right there.
As the coffin closes, don't cry - my little one,
be happy that you're free now, i'm free - from the gun.

I love you Kyle, your Wife, Yami Romich