What we could have had.

What we could have been is now gone, tossed away.

With my stil beating heart.

Please.

Slice my wrists.

There's no feeling left anymore.

What I felt is gone.

Gone.

I waited around.

Bruises got blacker.

This cut is too deep.

I am gone.

I am gone.

And my heart with it.

Burn what's left of me.

Sacrifices made for you.

But is this my fault?

I am gone