As I layed dying,
Praying, "Please God help me out."
The memories flashed before my eyes,
All the good,
And all the bad ones.
The good outweighing the bad.
I remember me being there for you,
I remember you opening up,
But now here I am
The blood pouring out,
And my last thoughts are:
How I let you in,
And you tore me apart.