Fate

I see you nearly every day,
Yet never is there anything to say.
Still I sit here, very meek,
Waiting for that chance to speak.

Days, weeks, and even months pass,
Hoping the words will come fast.
Another day brings great sorrow,
Maybe the time will be tomorrow.

I wake up with great belief,
That today will bring much relief.
I walk to school with a hefty smile,
Shutting out all my denial.

Hours pass and now it's time,
To finally say what's on my mind.
Now the moment I have feared,
Only to find, you're not here.

It's alright, I'm fully determined,
To ask you this, I am certain.
Quickly comes the next day,
But what I learn makes me grey.

Just two days you took your life,
Ending it all with a knife.
On the note next to thee,
"Why won't he just love me?"