Love, hate, death

I'm sitting here,
alone in a corner,
of a bright room,
like little jack horner,

but I'm not picking,
plums out of a pie,
instead I'm thinking,
why cant i die?

I'm stuck in a jacket,
that's tied around me,
it's too tight,
they just can not see,

I'd be better off dead,
than trapped in here,
i did something wrong,
and shedded no tears,

i loved u so much,
but no love come back,
u were the one,
my heart u did jack,

there was that other girl,
she was in my way,
she had your heart,
every single day,

i had to do something,
before it grew too late,
i had to stop her,
had to make her fate,

i snuck into her bedroom,
held a knife over her heart,
i threw it down,
just like a dart,

i twisted the handle,
stabbed and stabbed more,
i laughed so hard,
the blood it did pour,

she screamed just a bit,
but it stopped soon,
she became quiet,
for she had met doom,

i stood there for a second,
staring at the scene,
the warm blood surrounding,
it would never clean,

i stood there til the cops came,
waiting for my doom,
wishing u were here now,
here in that room,

when u heard the news,
u came to see if it was true,
i was being pulled away,
in your mind a map u drew,

u said that u hated me,
that you'd get me back,
for what i had done,
u said I'd hit the sack,

after u said those words,
my heart was broken,
i then realized,
no thank yous will be spoken,

so here i am now,
wishing i was dead,
i have nothing left,
not even a bullet to my head,

i now wish your words,
will happen soon,
i hope that I'll die,
by the next moon.