News of the murder swept the town
Everyone couldn't help but frown
Guilt was eating at his insides,
He was tired of trying to hide
His emotions started to get to him
His once cheerful smile started to turn grim
He missed her laugh and friendly face
Murder turned him into something he didn't want to be... misplaced
How could it have gotten this far?
The only thing he could do was pray for her now
His wrists sliced open
the pain left him somehow
While she was alive,
He beat her to the extent of her life
This disease filled his heart
And it finally began to tear him apart
The floor stained with his own blood
He left a note explain the cause
HE couldn't take trying to hide
It was time for his eventful suicide
Keep a look-out for "time well wasted - white walls - chapter 4"
