Oh, the day you left me, was a bad, sad day. I was sad, confused, and mad. I didn't know what to do. Now, as I lay down, writing this poem, I start to wonder... Why did you leave me? Was it something I said? something I did? Please, now, as I hold this pistol to my chest, still wondering when you are coming back, or are you coming back? If you aren't, *cocks gun* then, I have no choice. But before I finish the job, I want you to know 1 thing. I heart you, no matter what. But don't be sad anymore. My life has consumed my last gasp of air. And I'm sorry, please, don't be sad. It's not your fault. I hope you can forgive me.
xXx_Onii-san_xXx · Wed Jul 20, 2005 @ 12:24pm · 7 Comments |