as You Hurt Me i Hurt You

I'll shoot you in your knee cap and if you scream i'll slit your throat,
if you don't i'll leave my gun on the floor. . .you'll have to load it yourself,
bullet in you skin,
pocket knife in the gun,
you broke my heart and i told you wou would have as much pain as i did. You should have taken that upon yourself because you knew in the back of your tiny brain that
sorry wouldn't cut it,
and it would be to late to apologize. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TRIED THAT BULLSHIT ON ME!
The wind is calming and soft as it dances on my delicate face. I'm planting my garden of lilies and poppies. But if you would stop screaming down there it would be more peaceful. I suppose the screams, though, are joyous and make me laugh. The vibrations of the pounding of your sore and bleeding hands against the wooden coufin make the plants sway. This is the first time in a while i've been happy with you here. Thanks for the pain.