The Day I Changed

The shadow of your hand lingers on my skin,

While tire tracks engrave upon the dirt.

The day you left was the day I changed,

The memory of you will never be the same.

I wish you could see the debt you owe,

for inside and out my soul is low.

The day you left was the day I changed, 

I'm no longer counting down the days.


Death doesn't seem like minutes away,

The taste in my mouth hasn't gone astray.

When you left I finally knew,

I wasn't meant to be with you. 


No more tears.

No more pain.


After you I finally knew,

My suicidal self was caused by you.


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