They crowed around her; body lying on the floor, gun to her head, hand on her heart. What had happened in the girl’s life, to take her destiny into her own hands?

Her body was cold, his name was carved into her flesh, and the blood seeped through her clothes. Tears ran down his face, what had he done to provoke such carnage of her body.

She carved his name into her dieing body, so he’d know she’d always be his.

I gave you my heart, you carved your name into it, no wonder it’s hurting.

I’m going to salute you for the last time; the memories will not torment me any longer.

The memories will always break me a little.

Forgetting you seems to be taking up all my time.

This floor is getting to familiar, the coolness of the tiles against her skin, the cracks she’s counted way to many times

You are my Romeo in are messed up twenty first century, I’d be you’re Juliet any day of the week, because for you I would sacrifice my life, my well being.

Gosh someone made them selves look silly.