Killer love.

Lying in her bed she slowly opens up her eyes.
She hears the birds chirping deep into the skies.
She sees the sun creeping into her room and upon her face.
She turns over to see a letter in her lovers place.

She picks up the paper and begins to read the letter.
"Dear babe, Sorry to tell you this way, But I think it's better.
I still love you dear, Just not the kind of love you need from me.
I hate to hurt you like this, But we're done I hope you see,

I hope you don't hate me for ever. If you do I can see why.
I want you to understand that this is not goodbye,
Please please still talk to me." Tears poured out of her eyes.
She feels so betrayed, so stupid for buying all of his lies.

She lets all her emotions leak out of her eyes in the form of tears.
Her anger and pain spilled onto the letter, reawakening her fears.
Slowly she got out of bed and made her way to the mirror.
By the mirror she sees an object, now her way out was clearer.

A sharp object seems to tell her what she should do.
She listened to the talking object. She knew its words were true.
This is something that she would never be able to forgive.
She knew she never get over him as long as she continued to live.

Sobbing uncontrollably she picked up the object and raised it.
She pointed it towards her heart and began to make a slit.
The blood gushed out, her eyes closed and she fell upon the bed.
Now she can get over him because now she is dead.