Baptised in blood,
reared in hate,
trapped inside is pain,
from a past I can't replace.

I'm just a memory that lingers,
no-I cannot get away,
a wraith that walks among you,
blending with the pain of day.

In this verse of written sorrow,
I wish that I could say,
how much I will miss you all,
how much I wanted to stay.

As redundant as it sounds,
I wanted you to know,
I'll love you, forever always,
and I did not want to go.