People pass you by wondering who you are.
You look at them with the same discussed look.
It wasn't your fault.
That relationship was bad.
Everyone looks different now.
Death seems to be the only way to go.
You grab the blade he used.
The friction from your pocket dulled it,
But it was good enough.
You place it against your throat and she walked in.
She runs to you,
She presses herself against you and murmurs in our ear;
"If you want to leave don't go alone."
Never again.
You don't want to see his face.
Not after that,
Her shriek, his laugh.
It was to much for you to bear.
Why did you trust him?
Why didn't you listen to her?
Now all you can do is wait,
Wait 'till your next.
There's nothing to live for anymore.
Never again,
Never again would you love,
Would you trust?
No, you only loved her.
Now she was gone.
Nothing to dream about,
Nothing to make hold back.
Everything was gone but regret.
He lunged at you.
You stood there,
You watched him.
He was in you, again.
This time she was gone.
You murmur.
He laughs and latches to your neck.
A painful cry is all that comes from his thrust.
It was stopped short.
You didn't care anymore.
He forced his tongue around yours.
You blink but nothing else.
He thrusts himself again.
He slid your shirt off.
He latched on and chewed.
You scream.
He left,
You crippled.
You can't look at anyone,
They all look the same yet different.
She looks like her,
He looks like him.
Nothing can get it out of your head.
You try to talk you people,
They look past you like your not there.
Figures.
You can't trust anyone anymore.
Latest attempts have failed.
Seeing you in that condition,
That's the only time they look at you.
They ask what's wrong,
You try not to make contact.
Fumble and agony is that you let your self do and have.
You lay awake in bed.
You can hear her.
You can tell she's happy,
Yet wants you to return to each other.
She murmurs in your ear;
"Make the best of this time and don't ask why,
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.
It's really unpredictable but in the end is right.
I hope you have the time of your life."
You reach out,
She's gone, he's back.
You knew he was coming.
You turn away from him.
He rubs your back.
It's time to see how ********' tough tis man is,
You pull the trigger as fast as you can.
The blood-stained carpet,
The broken heart.
You never want to want to go through that again.
Teh Homicidal Phone Community Member 
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