Why must they fight?
They fight for my love.
I dont know who to pick anymore.
I want this fighting to end.
I dont want to pick yet.
Who do you choose?
Is the questin fequently asked.
I cry.
I scream out loud.
I punch a wall.
I take a razor to my skin.
I take it across my wrist.
I cut deeply.
I can feel it.
The pain I mean.
I do it again as my blood drips to the ground.
You ask why?
I respond saying love is killing me, and you and him are helping.
I start to feel dizzy.
I start to fall.
Maybe I need help.
I dont know.
I bleed more.
You rush to stop the bleeding.
You find out Im crazingly insane.
You leave me.
Everyone soon leaves.
Im left alone in this house with an orange and a brown cat.
They represent you two.
Out of angry and sadness I kill them.
Blood is everywhere soon my blood mixes in.
I kill myself.
You all hear it on the news.
Instantly you all regret what you did once you hear the note.
The note said: Feed on my rotten flesh when you decide to come crawling back.
You all are guilty now.
Good bye is my last breathe and my last words.