• Why did you do it?

    You weren't supposed to...It was mine.

    My heart.

    It was supposed to connect with my heart.

    That bullet.

    It was ment for me.

    But you went and took it.

    And now I'm crying on you. Tears...

    Landing on your face, rolling down your cheek. Your pale cheek.

    How did this....Why?

    I thought we were going to live together...love together...

    But here you are, a bullet in your heart, blood on your skin.

    Pale skin...

    And it's so cold...your skin....so..

    Lifeless.

    Why did you have to go?