After Death

Ashley

It's almost 11:30 at night
And I can't sleep because
Thoughts of you slip
Between my sheets,
Every time I let someone
Know how I feel, I am
Reminded I shouldn't have
Because pain is too real,
So I lock myself up in this
Casket of mine, unwillingly
Get drunk on a bottle of wine,
Shut my eyes and hold my
Breath, wait until there's
Nothing left. I'm worried sick
About that man, just a boy
Who needs a hand, but no
One seems to see that look
Of sadness in his eyes that I read
Like a book. If I lose him, I
Lose myself because he was
There when I needed help,
Please, oh god, please don't
Die, because if you do, I'll
Kill myself instead of cry.