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You Chose To Cross The Final Bridge

Just like that you were gone.

I don’t know how I can carry on.

As quick as it takes to flick a switch.

You chose to go over your final bridge.

In an instance all our lives changed.

We are left - feeling alone and estranged.

You woke up and decided you could take no more.

Why couldn’t you see how much you were cared for.

Feelings of anger surge through my body.

You just checked out and left everybody.

I’m searching to understand how you felt.

Despair and hopelessness at the hand dealt?

I’m grieving for such an enormous loss.

Waves of sadness and anger, I feel so cross.

I’d give anything to just turn back the clock.

So I could sit with you and we’d just talk.

What can be so bad that you chose this route.

For you to look at your life and decide to check out.

I feel my tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.

This simple emotion, yet volumes it speaks.

I want to scream and shout out loud.

I feel so alone, even when sat in this crowd.

Alone with my thoughts and unanswered questions.

If you’d have talked it through I’d have made suggestions.

I was there for you, I was on your side.

What was it that made your world collide?

Collide and implode with some deep dark secret.

That sent you spiralling into a deep dark rut.

I can’t stop these tears from falling from my eyes.

I should really be sat here full of hate and despise.

I will never understand why you did what you did.

Your sadness and despair you cleverly hid.

I will cherish our memories of all the good times together.

Who knew I’d soon just be left with memories to treasure.

As quick as it takes to flick a switch.

You chose to go over your final bridge.

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