Last night I had a dream that you were alive
That you had tried to jump out of your window, maybe to fly
And I sat by your side because you didn’t die.
But as I woke up, I quickly realized that wasn’t real
And I can feel the darkness almost
swell inside me.
It’s a feeling I know well.
And I know you did too.
Since you left,
My journey of self discovery has been bumpy at best.
The nut house is entertaining,
and thirty aspirin is too much.
But what I want to tell you most,
what I would tell you if you were here,
is that I love you and I understand.
Because I didn’t want to live until
I tried to die too.