Who was I to trust you with my life?
Who were you to tell me something different other than the dreams I sought to hold so dear.
Pop your pills.
Inhale your fix.
Bleed to death from that gash in your wrist.
Make your marks...
And secure your ground...
Rip out my wings.
I won't make a sound.
Because as much as I love you I was always the one to trust you just enough to kill me.
