this is for my ex kim who tore my still beating hreart from my chest and wore it as her crown...


Blood slowly drips from my wounds and my
adrenaline level rushes higher & higher.
I sit thinking this thing called life is
almost over.There is a little tinge of fear
now i can see the blood pooling around me
and i feel my body growing weaker. Things are
getting darker now i can barely see. i know that my mom
is crying and i say "its ok mom i'm ready to
go.tell kim this is for her" things go dark
as i pass out from lack of blood. I wake up
in the hospital trying to remember and there
she is in my mind. I can see my old cutting
knife. I'm hooked up to an iv and i can can see the
bag of blood they're putting into me.