As the knife digs in to my chest I barley care at all.

His hand releases quickly as he turns to walk away.

I fall to my knees in pain.

The blood warm on my skin stains it path.

I knew you were going to do this and yet I gave u the chance. 

It feels better to try than to stand in the rain of ones own self pity.

 Farwell young one and May you fined your love.

I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you…