all the broken pieces

ill be there soon.

I stop in my tracks, my breath quickened, I bring my hand downward Pointing the gun at the the ground instead of them, it's me, I'm the one who destroyed everything, my memories all come rushing back to my brain, I remember doing everything I thought he did. Or I made myself believe, he did. I bring the gun up to my temples, salty tears falling down my face, I can taste them, and I can feel all of the hate and sadness within every tear, I look at him, covered in blood, crying, unconscious, I look at the sky, I'll be there soon.