bloody mess am I,
torn open by your blade,
funny that you did this,
the one I never thought would betray me,
but it was you,
you fucking bitch,
for all I did,
for everything I built,
for all I gave to you,
then you stabbed me,
you thumped me,
you beat me into the ground,
if I could I would change things,
I’d make it all different,
I’d never trust you,
but now as I lie here,
now as I die,
it’s too late for what ifs,
it’s my life,
or it was.


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