murderers and suicide

imagine a young girls body in a tub filled with blood and water and the smell of alcohol and gun smoke in the air. imagine a hole in her chest where her heart should have been and words cut into her skin. words like: ALONE. FAKE.MISUNDERSTOOD.HATED.FORGOTTEN.ENTITY.EVERLOST. and many more. you see her long dark brown hair float along the glassy water. Her dark, almost black eyes staring back at you. asking, “why? Why did you kill me?” you know it was your fault. you knew that you venomous words and cold eyes would break her. But you didn’t know that it would kill her. You didn’t want to. You didn’t know that she was already broken, and you pushed her over the precipice, back into her own personal hell hole. You look at the body of the young girl and for once, you feel sorry. She was just a young girl. 

This is the best dream i’ve ever had. Too bad it wasnt real. Too bad the murderer isnt just one person. Its everyone.