As I Bleed

You cry for me. Kneeling over my broken body you sob and whimper, but I feel the tears land on my dead skin. There is no afterlife for me. Nothing but lying here, listening to your screams of sadness and anger. "Why?" you scream into the wind, with the crowd gathered around you. The "why" being as simple as the breath you breathe. I was sick of it. Sick of the daily monotony of high school and work. Sick of only existing to you. We always said that we only needed eachother, looks like one of us lied.

So now we're here, my bones cracked and smashed, my blood forming a pool around my body and where you kneel. Get up, get over it. We both know I never meant this much to you alive. You'd rather have hidden our relationship from the world before this, how about now?