Words escape how badly you have gone to treat,
The one person who would never have hurt you.
The one person, who through thick and thin,
Would stand unshaken by your kniving side,
When everyone else falls back in disgust.
How can you still stand there, knowing?
That you could have had the world?
How can you live, when you kill,
The only god-damned soul who,
Through all of her troubles,
Could look past the flaws,
That even you could not.
She didn't give up and,
Now you stand alone,
All by yourself,
And no one,