Gone
The pain is way too deep
I try not to weep.
The blade is sharp
My life was short.
He knew it was wrong to cheat.
To play his games.
He will be put to shame
When i am gone and he is left to blame.
If only he knew how much it hurt
To see the make-up on his shirt.
Now I will get him back
When my vision turns to black
As I fall to the ground
I try not to make a sound
As I lie there looking at my wrist
I make one last wish
I wished that he was happy
That I was gone
Out of his life
Killed myself with his own knife.
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