S. H. E
So sick of the world she was,
So tired of living she yelled,
She didn't even see her self in his eyes,
She didn't even see how important she was to him.
If she did things would have been better I guess.
He was left asking why,
Why she left him all alone,
He never understood a thing,
He couldn't sleep at night trying to figure it out.
Well he was too blind to see her pain,
He was too busy thinking everything was okay,
He always saw her smile and thought she was fine,
Took her out for dates and never asked her how she was.
He was too ignorant,
He couldn't see the signs,
He couldn't see his woman dying inside,
And yet he was always with her.
She would cry her eyes out at night,
She couldn't sleep at all,
The 3am demons tormented her so much,
They made her hate her self,
She spent years trying to get over everything.
Life wasn't easy,
She faked everything,
He thought he knew her but still couldn't tell she was struggling,
The signs were all there but he was too busy to see,
See that his woman was dying.
He walks in,
And finds her in a pool of blood,
She slit her wrists,
To let her demons go,
That was the only way,
Still standing he is,
Not believing what he's seeing,
A note on the floor read,
I love you but I have to let go.
Life is a series of pain.