• i loved him.
    he loved me too,
    at some point in this murder.
    he said he cared.
    he said he would do any thing for me.
    he said we would be together forever.
    but,
    that all crumbled away.
    was i not good enough...?
    was i moving too slow...?
    was i not pretty enough..?
    was i not perfect any more..?
    but now,
    he has his sights set on,
    my best friend.
    and she likes him too..
    so..
    am i just..
    no one...?
    do i not matter?
    i guess not.
    because that night,
    he broke up with me,
    and i was with her..
    and he asked her out that very night.
    and thats when,
    i was murdered.
    my soul was murdered.
    my heart was murdered..
    and he didnt care.
    and i dont even think she cares.
    she sure doesnt show that she does.
    so,
    with my death,
    my murder,
    my funeral only brought,
    tears of joy...
    and he got away with murder....