A Letter

Sometimes I wish you'd fade away
But then I hope for you to say

That you won't go
That you will stay
That you might love me the way you used to say

I say I'm sorry
I say "Forgive me,"
But will you really?
Or will you hate me?

I don't know, I cannot say
After that shrug you used on me
I knew I had no chance to stay
For the shouts you used to say to me
Had scared my very self away

There in the kitchen lies a knife
That has the power to take a life
My prayer for insanity is not just a lie
For I do, indeed, wish to die.

But don't you fret - it is not your fault
For this is the fate that I have sought
I will leave you alone; I won't haunt you back
Despite the fact that your haunting me has no lack

So I say goodbye
Go back, farewell.
Till we meet in the next life
Or so Fate foretells.