what have i done?
it feels like suicide,
like there are bullet holes
in my mind;
like i’m the one
who pulled the trigger.
i miss you.
i could scream it
over
and
over
it feels like homicide,
like there’s a noose
around our love;
like i’m the one
who placed it there.
what have i done to myself?
what have i done to us,
and why?
you reckless ******* hypocrite.
why would you ****
the only thing
keeping you alive?