The time i loved him could never be remembered...
The time i loved him i chose not to remember because of the way he treated me.
I felt like a worthless lump of nothing,
that he threw but missed the trash can.
I came back for him and i got on my knees and begged him,
he rolled his eyes like this was the most pathetic thing he ever saw.
I felt even more weak then...but that's why God gave us revenge.
It killed me to really think about what i was doing but i had no choice really.
This would make me feel powerful again...in control.
The next day i was sick to my stomach...i was both happy and sad and angry.
But now that i remember, i thought i said i would feel powerful...
i feel nothing but the emptiness i felt before, so i laid in my bed and i stared at the wall.
i thought to my self...I hope someone finds my body...and buries me in silk on a bed of roses.
That's the day i died and didn't regret one thing about it.