I haven’t learned
It’s not my place
To make the world ok for you.
You must decide
To open up,
And to let my love come through.
And, still I blame myself;
Like i could-have-stopped your-suicide.
Thinking-I could-have done-more.
Before the day you died.
Were you truly sick?
Did you die before that day?
Can’t help but wonder, what went wrong?
And, could i have helped you stay?
NOT FOR RANT 