I always wondered how I got to the hospital,
I was told it was a hooded figure that left as soon as I was taken into the ER,
Who was that,
Was it you?
I doubt it.
But a small part of me hopes it was,
Hopes that you regret shooting me,
That you love me,
Was your love for me ever real?
Or was it apart of you plan to kill me?
I was told that you had skipped town as soon as I was taken to the hospital,
That you to everyone,
"Its too much to handle, i want some time alone."
No one questioned that,
They thought you were just a lover grieving your boyfriends almost death,
I haven't told anyone about what you did,
I hurts to think about you being locked up,
I still love you,
I shouldn't but I do,
I can't help it,
You probably don't love me anymore,
That is if you ever actually did,
I mean, you did try to kill me,
I almost died!
Sometimes I wish I actually did,
Sometimes I want to be dead,
So I don't have to know that the person who I love the most,
Doesn't love me,
And wants me dead.
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So like it's my birthday today and I'm supposed to be celebrating but my mom was like 'ha lol no tomorrow' but I don't understand why I can't celebrate today??
Anywhoo,
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-Author-nim
