Our Quiet Oblivion

She's not alright,
another attempt at suicide.
My sweetie is sick,
and so am I.

She has depression,
and it is eating her alive.
My sweetie is sick,
and so am I.

I cry over her,
almost every night.
My sweetie is sick,
and so am I.

I can never know,
If she will live or die.
My sweetie is sick,
and said goodbye.

You may know the tears,
When you hear the final sigh.
But my sweetie is hurt,
and so am I.

For Katie