The last time youll ever kiss my lips,
Or look into my eyes.
The last time you say "I love you",
Inside your black heart dies.
These beautieful eyes slowly begin to cry.
I wonder what you were thinking that night.
What was going through your mind.
I think another person died that moment.
I think that person was you.
I look at these pictures now,
and how happy i used to be.
That was short lived, just a dud you see.
We were supposed to run away together,
But in a minut that mirror shattered.
And i am left broken,
Laying on the floor.
Wishing i could die.
Keep it together i tried.
I pretended that it didnt phase me,
but you were the only one who could break me.
Emotionally you have raped me.
I am dieing, and depressed.
I miss you , i hate you.
I am just so fucking confused.
I will never stop to see.
Self mutialation is not the way to be.
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Submission Name: Last Impressions/ It Was You
