Here I lay without you.
Oh I may, just scream your name.
Because I can't handle this pain.
My bedsheets are red.
And it's bloody inside my head.
What you said made me want to be dead.
So as I slit my wrists.
And swallow these pills.
I will think of how ill you have made me.
Because love is the real disease.
It's the worst of them all.
My vision is flooded.
By your face.
So beautiful, a murderer, so kind.
This is what I want.
I notice the sudden taunt to be gone already.
As I slip away.
My last thought is how you'll just say.
"Oh, that's okay."
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