I hope that maybe one day you'll return, that maybe one day you'll come back to life, rising up from your grave of somber.

I know I let us down, I can see it in a high resolution now,

Your intuitive gut was right the whole time, and now it's the critical consequences I must conquer.

At the time, I chose to listen to the back of my mind because I was just so desperate to be loved,

I craved praise, assurance and stability I never thought I'd get.

To get what I desired, I had to kill you,

I saw it as our best bet to being accepted again but now it is my deepest regret.

I'm sorry for destroying who you were and who you could've been,

I'm calling out now, screaming your name so powerfully to try and reach you from underground.

I really hope I find you soon, I really hope I'm not too late,

But as of now, you remain quiet.

Dead.

Not a sound.