Decay

I never got to say all the things I wanted to say. I never knew he was going to take you away.

I stare at the sky and I wonder why?
In this world, I feel alone.
From January to December, and I still remember that missing goodbye.
All the things you could of did and shone.

That night, the blood on the floor.
The look on your face so pale and torn.
You barley noticed me standing by the door.

I regretted everything that night.
The yelling, the screaming.
I didn't know this was going to be my last sight.
The last memory of you, I wish I was dreaming.

To myself, I lied.
Three long years, you didn't exist.
To me, you never died.
All I did was want to resist.

It kept me from crying.
I did what it took to ignore the facts.
Because inside I knew I was dying and I was sick of trying.
It was just all an act.

I wish you could of told me goodbye.
I wanted to hold your hand and cry.
I never got to say all the things I wanted to say.
I never knew he was going to take you away.
So far gone now, and everything is grey.

The words were never spoken.
While our lives became something broken.
Your heart stopped beating that day.
While they left your body to decay.