Gone

You left without a trace from this world of despair.
Do you know how I feel?! Do you even care?!
I tried so hard to preserve what I had left of you,
only to not realize the pain of not seeing you.
Life took you away as fast it had given,
for death does not feel the same as I do.
It does not feel pain, it does not feel my sins that I have not forgiven.
It only steals from what we already have,
take away what is important and make us sad.
Despite all our efforts to continue on with our normal lives, we cannot;
all we can do is cry and hope one day we will see the beauty in the rising sun of dawn.
And one day we will all sit and wait the days while we rot,
maybe then, we will all be gone.