You tore my heart out of my chest.
And ripped it into shreds.
You're seriously going to be the death of me.
I'm balled up on the floor,
I can't take this anymore.
I wish that you could see.
What you're doing,
Is assisted suicide.
You're slowly breaking me down,
into tiny little pieces.
You'd probably dance on my grave.
I don't know if you even care.
Would you even dare?
You might as well
Just take the gun
Load it up.
Shoot me to my hell.
Your killing me.
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