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My friend and new boyfriend stand over me-

A dead corpse, blood surrounding me on the floor;

They know I'm dead-they're crying over me,

They didn't know why I had killed myself.

They knew I had used a kknife to kill the pain-

They saw my flesh tore open where wounds are now.

I didn't die of natural causes-

They know-but I also wasn't murdered;

I sacrificed myself because you betrayed me.

They don't know about my own sufferings,

Just my depression and how much I had loved you-

They tried to help me through it;

But it was too much for me to take anymore-

I commited suicide and now they are

Crying over my dead corpse in sadness

Because of my suicide art-they do know

That it was also the Goth gods telling me

To commit suicide so I could be

The next ruler of the Goths after Satan.

My friends and new boyfriend read the suicide

Letter I had wrote the day before they found me-

They stop mid sentence and weep over my corpse.

Then they continue to read the letter,

Knowing I'm gone and somewhere better

Than here; they are pained with my death

But are also understanding of why I

Commited suicide-they finish reading

The letter and cry some more.

They tell my family my wishes to be kept

Unburied and uncremated-my soul should

Be free to wander and linger in the

Shadows and darkness of the world.

The letter had also stated that I

Be forgotten for the rest of forever.

You let my family know of this-

They place my dead corpse in my bed-

And leave me there, forgotten and alone.

They thank you for coming-

And tell you to take the walk

Of shame to your pointless life with her;

My friends continue to watch over me;

Praying that I've made it to Satan.

They stay and comfort my family,

And then my family said it was time

For my friends to leave and forget;

My friends leave, but my new boyfriend

Stays with my corpse, crying because

He loved me a lot-we were best friends

And were always there for the other.

He stays and cries himself to sleep,

He too, also passes away to join me-

He was very devoted to me, and

Didn't want me to die this way.

You shamefully walk back in with her,

And say your final goodbyes-

Even she has something to say.

You leave, and now my new boyfriend

And I are together forever at last-

We're both dead-but still together.

I was too lost to be saved-

You arrived too late, and here I am,

Dead corpse still bleeding helplessly.