As I lay on the grass crying,
I think about us, what we could have been.
You made my life a living hell.
You were as comforting as a rock.
We had been together since the dawn of time,
I used to love you to love you with a passion,
My heart would melt like an ice cub at your touch.
Now, it is bulletproof glass.
I hope you understand,
Its not you, its your words.
They pierce into my skin like knives.
They have enough power to hurt people,
make them cry.
And trust me, I would know,
I was after all your last victim.
