Im sitting here thinking.
Thinking about how you used to be mine.
This pain, it hurts, but its well worth it for you.
I loved you.
I needed you.
I cared about you.
Now, im leaving.
Im going to a much better place, hopefully.
Maybe i wont hurt anymore.
Maybe i will.
But oh well. Life goes on.. Oh wait.. It doesnt if i leave.
My ticket to hell says its a one-way ticket.
Sorry, but this is the way it has to be.
For i must leave, or i will be dead from the inside out.
Not moving or caring with out feeling a sharp pain with in my body.
Yeah, its going to be hard, but it has to be better than feeling the pain that you have brought to me.
Ha. Dont cry. Ill always be here. In your heart and your memories.
Oh dear.. Im running outta time.
Goodbye my love, take good care.
I'll see you one the otherside.

Emily Jackson.

This isn't a sad poem. Its a nice one. Its about being happy in a sick twisted way. I wrote it off the top of my head. I dont blame anyone for this poem. Please, dont try to blame yourself. I know that it's a sad poem to you, but to me, it's a great marvelous poem about TRUE feelings. Thanks for reading. Comment if you must.