Before you read this know that it is just a story, I do not have a husband and I don't have any children, nor am I a psycho killer; okay now you can read this.
Do you hear that rip, that's my heart
your the one who ripped it apart.
It can't be mended though I try
I can't even look at another guy.
I'm too afraid they'll hurt me too
and destroy my world of all I once knew.
Look what you did, you destroyed my life
with one simple swipe of a knife.
You may not know it but words hurt you,
they affect your reactions and what you do.
I guess you very well know this cause of what I did,
but can you blame me, we had a kid.
As I sit here behind these bars
I can only hear screaming and an occassional car.
How could you tell me you were leaving,
after I convinced myself into believing
that you loved me,
and I was everything you wanted me to be.
I really didn't mean to over react,
but I guess I can't really take it back.
I didn't mean to make you fall,
but all I really remember was making the call,
telling the police my husband was dead,
he fell off the balcony and hit his head.
So here I am day in and day out,
hoping to just see my child come about.
And praying she'll forgive me some day,
for seeing her daddy die that way.
