Sitting by my grave


Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it at all
If my living has a reason
And my being has any meaning 
If I even make a difference 
Or if my absence would leave a mark 

And whenever I am unsure 
I think of her sitting by my grave 
possibly feeling betrayed.
she makes me want to stay. 

A tear etches itself through her skin 
Rolling down like a wasted diamond
It burns from me within 

Her pain makes my heartbreak 
I wish I could hold her in my arms 
But I realise it is all too late 

A poem is all I left her 
enclosed away bounded by a lock with a key I took 

Perhaps she will never know how much she means to me 
But someone who doesn't know us will know
That she made me stay. 

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