FreedomOfASort

Wake up,
You hear someone screaming,
Wake up,
You must be dreaming.

You see yourself,
On your bed,
With a knife,
Next to your head.

But you know,
You didn't want this,
But you had to,
Stop the pain.

To stop the tears,
You cry for him,
And to make him pay,
For all he'd done.

Maybe now,
He'll realize,
That it was,
Him you loved,
And always will,
And him that,
Drove you to kill,
Yourself in a plea,
To let him know,
It's been you,
Who was hurt,
And now you're gone,
And it's his fault.