Spoiler alert: I rose.
Before that, I prayed for death.
The depth of that feeling, the rosemary for remembrance, and pansies for thoughts!
Remember when I told you that, before I ran off to die?
I screamed and begged for help.
I didn’t regret wanting to die;
I regretted having to live with the pain.
Why did you go? What a choice.
I’ll always hate the day you left.
Is this the final act?
It was too much, too much to handle.
I invested too much
And now I’m one with the darkness and there is no one to blame but you.