My Life, Gone

You messed with my head,

After you told me you really loved me,

Now I'm left alone,

To decide whether,

I should end my life,

With this knife,

Or should I spare my life,

For this guy,

That never really "loved" me.

Sitting on my bed,

I lean my head,

Against the window,

Tears pour,

A little more,

My life flashes before my eyes,

Then I sit there dying.

"I'm sorry, I loved you," I whispered.

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