I'm not exactly sure when this was written, but I'm pretty sure it is about David. This is one that gave me the chills when I read it again after so many years had passed. Don't worry people, anybody who knows me knows I detest suicide. The strange thing is I hated suicide at the time I wrote this poems. Hmmm...where was my soul at the time?
When a heart cries in pain,
Now that our love is gone,
What good is my pathetic life?
How will I end this pain?
Copyright © 2002 Christopher Burns
We know there is nothing left to do.
We both live in constant rain.
We know now that our love is through.
Now that my world is tonr apart,
Now I have no emotion to dwell upon,
I have no use for this broken heart.
A life without meaning is no life at all.
Maybe I should end it with a knife.
It's all my choice; it's my call.
How other way but to die.
During my funeral it will rain
And only then will you cry.