I hate you.
You killed me like I was nothing,
Like I was just another bounty.
How could you?
We were friends,
More than friends.
How did you pull the trigger?
Did you feel anything?
Or was I just a tool
That needed to be disposed of?
What about your son?
What are you going to tell him?
How could you?
Didn't I save your life before?
Wasn't I always there?
Death is so lonely.
It's so sick
That I miss you.
How can I miss you?
I hate you.
I need to hate you.
Why can't I hate you?
((Angsty, I know. Just a result of reading angsty fanfic late at night when I'm already frustrated with a lack of inspiration. Maybe this will get the sparks going again.))