Better Off Dead

I'm a piece of shit,
the worst kind.
I understand why you
don't want to be mine.

When you were here,
my life was great.
But I treated you bad
for goodness sake.

I lay in bed and
do nothing but cry.
I pray to god that
I'd soon die.

I don't deserve you,
this is true.
But the love of my life
will always be you.

My love for you,
not enough can be said.
But without you,

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