I cried when you left, for all I did, and by all that was done by you
I tried to be selfless, my damned ego acted in those ways so untrue
If I loved you, I could only give back what I had been given in time
But I did love you, so know I'm flawed in my being, not my design
And there will come a day when I can be honest, and wish you well
But until then, I punish myself, knowing I failed, I created this Hell
“When you're at a funeral and you're crying, you're
crying for yourself” Thomas S. Monson
