If he looks at me one more time, I will give him something to see. His heart will be mine.
I will stab him in the chest and let the blood pour out. I wonâ??t stop and rest. When I see
blood in his mouth, I will know he is dead, at least I guess. I will close his eyes. As I
laugh, I will cry. I really did love this guy, but he messed up, and I was tired of his lies.
Finally I had, had enough. Now its to late. I didnâ??t want much, just one date. But he
couldnâ??t give me that and now hes gone at last.
