I told you not to,
You said you wouldn't think of it anymore.
But you said hated your life,
And now you're no more.
All I have of you now,
Is a polaroid of us above my fire place.
You decided to leave this world,
'Cause you thought you were a waste of space.
Everyone is empty without you now,
But of course you don't know.
'Cause you thought you were useless,
And so you decided to go.
You were my diamond,
You were my lucky star.
When we were together, I was breathless,
But now, you are.
~!~Diana
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PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
