I walked by you
day by day.
Your smile entranced me
in every way.
You talked to me
once or twice and then
I took my beloved life.
You thought I was
invisible.
You just didnt
seem to care.
I thought that you
were there.
Unloved and alone.
I was already cold.
The day I took my life,
You were the one
that handed me
that knife.
You told me that
it was my fault.
That you took my heart.
You told me that you
never really loved that
that you never really cared.
Why do this to me when you
know My soul so fragile.
You took my heart when you
walked out that door
You ripped it out.
And I hit the floor.
Now laying in a pool of blood.
Screaming out for your lost love.
Why did you have to hate me?
What was it that I did?
Was it that I never showed enough
affetion?
Or did I never
pay enough attention?
But now its too late to come
and save me Im lost in
this world. And now I am dead
