The Debt.

I sit here and wonder about you as I feel the soft wind blow I don't understand why you didn't want to let anyone know You should've known we all cared even if we didn't say so What was so terrible in this world that made you want to go? I never saw the monster you thought you'd surely come to be how many times did I remind you that you could always talk to me why did your sadness overshadow the truth so you didn't see was your soul so restless you felt you should set it completely free? Didn't you take the time to try and look at what hadn't been shown your actions would be so selfish and they'd cut us all to the bone we cared enough and we could've helped you if only we had known did we fail you in such a way to deserve a lifetime at your headstone? Now I sit right next to your gravestone today just letting these tears fall trying to see such sorrow so enormous that it caused you to feel so small puzzled as to what beckoned you to leave us quickly just to answer its call why is it that the thought of you that's left behind must be painful for us all? I stand up from the grass in anger now and face the wind in disgust I shout into it at the top of my lungs, "Who was it that you couldn't trust?!" Then I realize at that moment that you couldn't bear a world so unjust you've left us now to mourn you as time turns your empty shell into dust. Within my heart I bury the pain as deep as I had buried you the other day And within these feelings of pain and sorrow I'm without sweet words to say For though you're gone now my life hasn't stopped so therefore I will not stay Did it ever occur to you that you would leave an emotional debt for all of us to pay?