The depression keeps on hitting me,
can things get any worse?
as i begin to read the sorrow letter she had left behind.
The reasons why she did it
She tryed to explain
but to me it seemed so useless to do such a thing.
Stoping as i take deep breaths,
hoping this was all unreal.
Finshing the letter without a solid tear.
Shes gone!
That was an image that would never become clear,
circling all the memories and flipping through photographs
those times would never fade.
I never cried because i knew she was gone.
I cried because I knew she was never to come back.
Erin Hanson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-forever-3/
