Water
Water, you know, you can't live without it but it can kill you as well.
As I stand here, alone on this cold, dark, bitter October dawn, I am thinking about what I told you. I told you I loved you and you just stood there with an angry expression on your face. You shouted, you hit me, you went on a rampage instead of saying you didn’t love me. You made me feel like I was stupid, an idiot. They think so too, they talk to me, they know deep, dark, terrifying secrets, so grim, as they crash against the barrier of the bridge. They say I’m a freak, a waste of space, “Look at you no wonder no one loves you”. Their probably right but you weren’t, if you just told me you didn’t feel the same way, that you didn’t love me , instead of hitting and shouting, you wouldn’t be reading this right now and it’s all your fault.
As you read this I want every ounce of guilt in your body to rush to your heart and freeze you still, and I want you to imagine me crashing into the ice cold water and hitting the pointed rocks at the bottom, floating, washed up on the shore. When you come to the morgue to see my disfigured body I want you to cry so hard that the tears turn to blood and then and only then might you feel a fraction of the heart – ache you caused me because you broke and tore my heart open a thousand times over and I will never forgive you and I want you to take all the guilt that you feel inside your worthless body to your grave but...!
You know you were like water to me, I couldn’t live without you but in the end you killed me...
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