• walking,
    i stumble.
    i start to cry.
    i remember her vioce,
    and what we did.
    the way she made me feel.
    how?
    how could i have done this?
    it was one thing i promised myself i would never do.
    and in doing so ive lost her, forever.
    she felt...disgusted with herself, and I.
    wishing me dead, she ruins my life.
    everyone calls her a whore now.
    all..becuse of me and my sick mind.
    why?
    why am i felling this way.
    why did i crave it?
    i longed to feel her.
    longed to hold her in my arms and kiss her passionitly.
    she was feed up with me and her life.
    she.....wanted to escape from it all.
    so she grabbed her fathers gun and came to my house.
    i open the door,
    *BANG!!*,
    she shot me....i fall to the ground.
    there i lay in pain, but alive.
    very, very ,uch alive.
    i struggle to look at her as she places the gun to the side of her head ,i try to say no, dont please.
    but she says " I HATE YOU"
    and with those last words she pulls the trigger.
    the days pass by like each minute was a decade.
    finally it was the day of her funeral.
    i see her for one last time.
    she looks so peacefull.
    i kiss her dead lips and said "i never wished this to happen.
    i got home and went straight to my room.
    i found the rope i was looking for.
    i tie it in a nuise from the ceiling,
    and think of all the pain i caused her.
    and i end my life.