A Different Kind of Suicide

I stare into darkness, Thinking of you.

I wonder, was leaving the Right thing to do?

I stare into nothing afraid And alone.

My only wish is that I can Go home.

I stare into darkness, not afraid anymore,

As the angel of loneliness knocks on my door.

I welcome it in.

I realize I'm crying.

Inside my soul a part of me's dying.

Only the memories linger inside.

This is a different kind of suicide.