Strife

Now that you're gone,
Life is worse than ever.
Even though we can't endure,
Your memory preserves.

The misery you went through.
Death seemed like an improvement.
Even though you meant the world to us.
Your confused mind was made up.

Now for the rest of us,
We must piece our lives back together.
Grab hold.
Learn from this lesson of the past.

Mourning persists in your memory.
Your burdens landed on our shoulders,
Just as you left us.
This pain and misery is coming clear.

Your horrible life is now my strife.
As your memory brings back tears,
This pain of yours now belongs to me.
Should I die too so someone else can have it?

Avoiding selfishness is nearly impossible.
This strife may seem never ending.
Death may seem fresh,
But in the end it does more wrong.