• PURELY FICTION



    A note, a note, a note you wrote; I quote:

    This blood that has been spilt is not in vain,

    For someone unimportant has been slain.

    I was kind to you, I treated you as a friend,

    who could predict you would be my end?

    You never stopped and asked 'How I was'?

    You were always too busy because,



    You were wrapped up in your own life,

    and because of it I ended on a knife.

    Now my hands are stained with blood,

    and my name now is mud.

    You never thought I was true, I could never succeed,

    but I did it now, watch me bleed!



    I won't come back, no matter how hard you try,

    no matter how hard you want, no matter how hard you cry!

    It's better this way, for me to die rather than you,

    after all, you have a future, so much to do.

    I never would've amounted to anything, anyway,

    not that you noticed, after all, I was always okay.

    Now however, you have to look into my cold stare,



    From,

    One who dared to care