The long cold walk from the car to the stone, the grass soaking wet because the sun hasn’t shown. 

The flowers have all died because we’ve been forgotten, this once cold flesh has decayed and is rotten.

I’m surrounded by ones who are all the same, but they have countless stories, countless reasons, countless names. 

Some like to disguise the pain with celebration, hiding behind a mask or a vail like it will save them.

 There are those that see this as something they’ve lost, but you were nowhere to be found when I needed you the most.

 You told me I was your friend, your ride or die till the end. 

I did everything I could for you, with knowledge that my time would come too. 

I held your hand and wiped your tears, we were inseparable for so many years.

 Where’d you run to when I was losing hope, I called for you to avoid tying this rope.

  I needed you when I was at me weakest, my breaking point, HELP ME PICK UP THE PIECES.

I can see you now walking from the car, down the path that leads to where we are.

You have to right to be here my long lost “friend”, you WERE my ride or die, now this is the end. 

Don’t leave those flowers on my stone, I’d rather sit here and whither alone.

You mean nothing to me with that look on your face, a look of relief since I’m gone without a trace. 

All that’s left is the noose from my fate, and you think you deserve to feel hate?

You left me alone with the voices you knew of, at least now I don’t have to go look for a new love.