I wish that wasn't me.
I look at the bodies of my beloved and my son and wish that wasn't me.
I look at the ****** knife in my hand and horrible wounds on their bodies and wish that wasn't me.
I remember coming home drunk.
I remember her being angry at me.
I remember my head aching.
I remember her yelling at me.
I remember shouting at her to shut up.
I understand making a mistake of taking the knife and screaming at her.
I understand making a mistake of stabbing her again and again, crying at her to be silent.
I regret looking up and noticing my son weeping at the door.
I regret screaming at him to be silent as well.
I stare at my hands and the ****** knife.
I stare at the corpses of my dearest queen and my heir.
I wish that was me.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
I wish that wasn't me.
I look at the bodies of my beloved and my son and wish that wasn't me.
I look at the ****** knife in my hand and horrible wounds on their bodies and wish that wasn't me.
I remember coming home drunk.
I remember her being angry at me.
I remember my head aching.
I remember her yelling at me.
I remember shouting at her to shut up.
I understand making a mistake of taking the knife and screaming at her.
I understand making a mistake of stabbing her again and again, crying at her to be silent.
I regret looking up and noticing my son weeping at the door.
I regret screaming at him to be silent as well.
I stare at my hands and the ****** knife.
I stare at the corpses of my dearest queen and my heir.
I wish that was me.
