On The Stone

As I stare down and look at the stone
I realize how that person must have felt all alone
I looked next to me as a lady cried
She said,"A young life cut short,suicide"
I heard another person say,
"I didnt mean to push her out of my life and leave her behind
I didn't realize I was doing that at the time"
A friend walked over to her first love who stood alone
"You know she really loved you, more than anyone"
He laid a rose upon her grave
I don't think he knew she felt that way
Another friend replied,
"I'll always remember all the fun times
I'm gonna miss her, shes one of a kind"
I stood there and listend to all they had to say
I thought if they would have told her this
she might be alive today
As darkness came everyone soon was gone
I started to leave but something told me don't
I had to look back for one last glance at the grave
I noticed something odd as the leaves brushed away
Something on the tomb was very strange
For on the stone read my name.

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