I can’t believe you gave up,
After all I had given you,
Every piece of me,
Belonged to you.
Now the casket is lowered,
Into the awaiting ground,
Death is now your companion,
Instead of me.
One day I’ll join you,
In that sweet release,
But for now,
I’ll stay forever, alone.
Author notes
Prompt- "Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces." - Perfect Drug, by Nine Inch Nails
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