Just like Ophelia

I hoped you were in love, now I’m not sure…
The way that you behave, that madness that comes through
Your eyes – I am aware there is no cure.
I can`t control a thing, It`s hurts, I wish you knew!

My humble happiness and subtle grace
Were shattered violently, now life is a flyleaf.
With that hellish expression on your face
You are convincing me you justified your grief.

I hear these accusations, dear Lord,
But I won`t analyze if they are truth or lies.
And why are they so mad that I have got
The power to express my thoughts in rhymes?

Now, after all my losses, I refuse
To play my wicked part in desperate plans of yours.
I am too weak to bare this abuse!
Today you`d rather tightly close all opened doors.

PS.:
My mind is blurred and I am wondering for
The path that challenges my mortal living.
In my suicide note I’ll write “Farewell” or
“Don`t worry, honey, I’m so good at swimming!
Just like Ophelia…”