She screamed as she slammed the door to her room.
She whispered to herself,"I'm too f-ed up to care anymore."
She wrote a note just incase; laying on her bed she felt like a disgrace.
"Face it," she said,"We just weren't meant to be."
She looked out her window & into the sky, wondering if anybody, especially him, would miss her if she died.
She folded the note & marked it with red. She loaded the gun & put it to her head, she thought things would be better if she was dead. He burst through the door just in time, saying,"We can't do...this...any...uh...more."
She looked at him with tears in her eyes, & he looked at her, surprised.
She had their song on repeat, by then she was on her feet. Wrapped in his arms she felt so complete. And they looked at each other in dispise, then she whispered,"Baby, where did I go wrong this time?"
