My breath comes out short,
My vision begins to contort.
All i see is the blood around me,
As she stands above me.
That feral look of hers, electrocutes my skin.
Her tattered brain, couldn't handle being a has-been
True i stole her everything, the things that made her smile.
Maybe I wanted to be special, if only for a little while.
Yet here i lay, on my hands and knees.
A bullet in my gut, because I'm who she wants to be.
I thought i could just throw her away, like yesterdays trash.
I'd never guess she'd spring up, and become uncontrollable whiplash.
I'm in the house she's dreamt of dreaming.
I look at the tile, as my blood keeps on streaming
The man she'd die for, is happily mine.
He left her heart to cauterize, she couldn't handle it this time.
Toxic envy poisons her thought.
From all the love, friends, family, and things we bought.
She slowly pulls her hair, utterly distraught.
Why couldn't she have all these things?
Shes dying for answers, but questions ring.
She splintered, alone, and unwanted.
All of her sorrows are what haunted,
her mind, she did what any scared person would do.
She got rid of the source of her pain, that she went through.
Now I sit here in a pool of crimson, and come to realize.
It's my own fault,she was despise.
And as she stands there shaking, unsure if she should sob or snicker,
I realize,it might as well have been me...to pull my own