Dead hope

Cross my heart,
Hope we’ll die,
Shoot a bullet through our eyes,
I did love you,
It was no lie,
Yet you rejected me,
So Ill shove this knife through your heart,
And maybe you will feel
The pain that shot off the charts,
And I will be satisfied,
And the taste in your mouth will be tart,
And bitter with revenge,
But I can not stop there,
I will kill myself to top it,
And no one will know the wit
That dwells in my brain,
So very hidden beneath the tears.