Why do I keep thinking about you? You're gone. It's done and over with(part 2)

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Why are my thoughts filled with you?

Why did I do that to you?

Was I jealous or did you do that to yourself?

It brings me down but I'm not to blame.

I've tried everything

Nothing worked.

Why did I fall for you?

I cant get that night out of my head.

It plays over and over in my head.

Your screams and cries haunts my dreams.

It's a good and bad feeling in my stomach.

My hands and face covered in red

Your eyes wide and mouth open gasping for air.

Blood over both our clothes.

Rain pouring down

You were in my arms dying you reached to touch me

I pushed the knife further into your stomach.

More blood and more blood.

I was the last person you saw

I was the last thing on your mind, you mumbled "why? " I looked around.

You murmured "I love you " I laughed.

I saw your body loosen it's grip on me.

I dragged you to the hole I dug

Dumped you in and sealed you in.

After I hid the bloody things

I walked home with a smile on my face.

Nothing filled my soul.

Only I could feel my cold blood.

That night I kept hearing voices

I heard screaming

My name being screamed.

A week later they found your body.

They didn't find my prints nowhere

They will never find me

By the time they get here, I will be gone.

I hear banging, scratching, and kicking.

Then our memories together flashed around me.

Then I heard your screaming.

Our kisses turning into nightmares.

Everything went dark.

I saw the hurt in your eyes.

The blood that covered you.

Screams.

Everywhere.

My name screamed.

I covered my ears

Nothing worked.

I saw myself trying to get your attention

I saw my heart fall and break to pieces.

My soul doesn't belong to me anymore.

My blood becomes ice cold.

Blood coming out of the walls.

All around me I see flashes of things

I see everything, each chapter of my perfect life

My perfect life until I met you

That day I changed.

Death started to happen all around me.

Life slipped out of my hands.

I saw myself slowly dying, I ended up thinking of you.

You are the Romeo to my Juliet

I'm the bonnie to your Clyde.

The time ticks with the beat of my heart

Tick Tock...

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