Kept to myself what I thought was a suicide
Wishing I didn’t feel this way
My book of hopes is tattered
Along with my scarred wings

I felt the need to give up
But faith kept me going
Faith that my wishful thinking
Would come to end on your kiss

But inch by inch
I start to slip
From the edge of my sanctuary
That keeps me from falling

But I’m no match for you
With that sweet smile
And every suicide
Comes with a suicide note

Mine says: I loved you too much.