It has turned out I didn’t know her that well,

One day is great, the next day is hell.

Every moment by my side was a moment of joy,

It took a harsh truth to see I was only her toy.

Not sure how to justify the way that I feel,

I was in love, but her love was not real.

Every moment I run, I sneak, and I hide.

 Add it to the list, reasons for my suicide.

You can call it dramatic, call it a fluke,

But when I think her now, I just want to puke.

I want to cry; I want to scream, and I want to die.

 I want to fight, I want to get angry, I want to make this a war, but I just want so much not to be sad anymore.

I want to not feel the way that I do.

But if she got to read this, my death is on you.

Next Chapter: Alone