Look what you made me do

[maybe I got mine but you'll all get yours]

THREE WEEKS LATER

The rain pours on my weak bloody body, washing away my dry tears and racing down my face with the new ones.

My hands shake as I place the cheap flowers that I stole from the florist a few streets away from here.

My heart sinks as I recall exactly what had happened, wondering if there was a way we would have been able to fix it. No, this was the only ending.

Pushing the shovel aside, I placed the flower gently on the heaped sand.

Taking the huge stone, I brought with me I carved his name on it, my partner. The last night we had together ran shivers of pain and pleasure down my body, if only we had time.

With a fist of dirt, I screamed out to God, asking him to take me too, asking him to end the pain.

We lost the war, there was no point in living. He jumped in front of a bullet for   me. I feel the guilt weigh me down as I smile happily thanking him because I didn't want to live this world now. No, I had to take my revenge first, even if that meant burning this whole place down. Hell might not be real, so I have to give it to them.

                      THE END.