What did I do wrong?
which path should I have taken?
To stop the breaking of my heart;
the psyche now so shaken.
A soul so shattered in the frame
of youth eternally broken.
The silence speaks of agony
to which her death is token.
I want to leave, to break in twain,
dissolve into the mist.
But none would see, and none would know
by none would I be missed.

~November 6, 2011~
~ShatteredScribe~