Your eyes cried the tears of a liar when you sawn them in the mirror. You thought that everything would be okay. The call came before the sun. They asked me what I’d done. I told them everything. It made them fucking sick. And when they showed me all the pictures of your face, you should’ve seen the look on mine. The whole “left for dead” look really suits you. This is the best I’ve seen you in fucking years. Your eyes bled the blood of a weak when I tore them out to just make you see. I’m dragging your body into traffic. Keep your tears to yourself, no one cares. Don’t you fucking dare. Beg me to stop. You were the one who said “things will be okay.”
Nothing is okay.