Bucci
I don't understand; can't help but ask, "Why?"
What made you want to die?
But I stand alone in the cemetery,
My heart aching, my soul weary.
Too much pain, so much regret.
Do you know I loved you, or did you forget?
Either way, in my heart you remain.
Everything has changed; my whole life- rearranged,
But my love for you remains the same.
To all those who read this if suicide is on your mind...
Think of the broken lives you'll leave behind!
