You said it was my choice,
but I panicked, lost my voice.
Couldn't think, anxiety arose.
When it mattered, I freaking froze.

I stood there, tears flowing,
didn't care my demons were showing.
Pretty red roses and sorrowful tears
on your grave. All because of my fears.

~~Poet's Note ~~
To be honest this poem is long overdue. I wrote that at the beginning of the year after going through some things.
I write most of my poems as a peek into someone's life, many times I declare her a "she" for some reason... And that's the time when she lost someone because she couldn't handle the pressure of making a choice.