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
