Dealing with loss is indescribable;
A bunch of weight stuck in my head.
It hurts even more when I feel liable
For the reason she could end up dead.

Jokes and laughter make it hurt much more
Because others would never understand;
Especially when she is the furniture and I am the floor.
I wish someone would lend me a hand.

Mentally preparing myself for the day that it comes;
The day that I will dread.
But maybe my thoughts will finally numb
As my happiness tears to a shred.

It’s hard to see my entire world
Not want to be in this world at all.
My life will suddenly be thirled
And her future will become ineffectual.

I can promise that I have tried and tried
But nothing can stop her relentless thoughts about  selfish suicide.