She was gone

Sitting at school trying not to fall asleep or drool i picture you all alone drawn to a note.
The note says I'm sorry but this isn't a joke .
Maybe it was a mistake a mistake my parents just couldn't take.
Carrying a life then wondering why we did it so . time goes by as the life in my hands now has a pink bow.
This life of mine this life of his was crying for its real life and he said it was time to go.
As son as i let go I break down in tears that now is a life of him and hers. How could my life go through with this? First a smile then a kiss after that she was gone and that was it.