MY inSAniTy, mY mURdeR

Thank you,
for all the times we had,
for all the scars you made,
but thank you most of all,
for showing me,
that murder,
doesent means someones dead.

You killed me with your words,
you broke my dreams,
and shot my beliefs,
the stab wounds in my mind,
still bleeding from your cruel knife.

Thank you for the endless tears,
and the lonely nights,
the days of sorrow,
and life i regret,
i never thought,
the pain i feel,
could be worse,
then my shame for you.