I feel so cold,
So wrap a blanket around me.
For I am tattered,
I am torn.
What am I to you some rag doll?
Or your unwanted Barbies?
You had it coming kicking me out of the house.
I was faithful to you,
But, you lied and cheated on me.
You filthy animal.
You heartless soul.
You broke me,
Broke me bad.
You make me sick,
You make me suicidal.
You are bitter,
You are the one who is cold.
I woke up one February morning,
I found a note on my pillow,
And thorns from a dozen roses,
But not the petals.
I found your bright red blood on my pillow.
So, you broke into my dark cold hotel room,
You killed yourself,
You worthless scum bag.
You only died because that's what heartless people do.
You were in love with me,
But now I am alone and depressed,
For do you even know what love means.
You should of thought of that when you shoved,
And pushed,
And hit me,
And shoved me on the cold cement,
In front of our apartment.
It was our home.
But, now the home is not there,
And neither are you,
And I am depressed,
I am alone,
I am no one.
