I Died on the Ground of the Living

After all you've done,
After how messed up you made me feel,
I still want to talk to you,
To hear you tell me,

It's not like that,
Even though,
We both know,
It is.
No,
I cry out.

But you shake your head yes,
I beg you to tell me,
It's all a messed up dream,
But you tell me no,
And leave me crying.

I scream why.
Then I seen the reason.
I was a fling.
I lowered myself to some immature game.

I cried for being stupid, careless, and childish.
I felt as if my heart was ripped out my chest,
I slowly died on the ground of the living,
Cause. Of. You.