Look what you made me do

Look what you made me do.
With a wreath in my hand, I stand near you.
Your body a shadow of your former self,
Your eyes closed, you could just be sleeping.
You look like a very ill person on his way to recovery. Maybe ?
But we knew it was hopeless all along, dint we ?
Even though you insisted otherwise, I knew.
Look where we are now,
Me standing near your coffin, thinking about all your pleas to not do it.
Look what you made me do.