My Fault...

by Polaroid

He died before I could tell him
And I never did find out if he loved me too.
They say that everything happens for a reason.
But I wish that there was no reason,
That things happened.
because then I wouldn't blame myself.
Maybe if he knows someone cared,
he would've held on.

Maybe then he would've fought.
But he didn't.
And I didn't.
So it remains utterly,
and entirely

my fault...