This isn’t what I wanted.

People weren’t meant to get hurt.

My heart is heavy.

My mind is foggy.

They’re dead.

All of them.

My heart has shattered.

My limbs ache.

I beg you to take me with them.

I’m begging.

I will drop down in front of you.

Just take me with them.

I will grasp at you clothes.

I will plead.

I will cry.

Just take me.

I didn’t want you to take them.

You were meant to get me.

Please.

This isn’t what I wanted.

You weren’t meant to get hurt.

There’s a bullet in my chest cavity.

Where my heart used to be.

A wound that only you could inflict.