To Elizabeth, My Murderer
I'm in this world on my own,
I've always been alone.
That's just how it was meant to be.
My heart was made fragile,
And this world was made for breaking.
People were made cruel and untrustworthy.
Knives were made for cutting,
Blood was made for spilling
On white carpeted floors.
My tears were made for crying
Over losing you, my friend.
My life was given to me for you to kill
And take away as you please.
You crucify me for a crime I didn't commit
Rather than stand for me like I thought you would.
This world is full of innocent people
Dying for the ones they love.
Was it not our promise to die for each other?
Are the promises we made lies?
They meant something to me.
The lies were true to me.