Murdering

You burnt my heart, left a scar and fled from the scene

I cried a pool, still fixing my wound, with knives and pen

What if I say I am hurt, would you come back running 

What if I say I am fine, would you come back laughing

Silence never felt so loud

Pleading for guilty was never this easy

Smiling was never this hard

Murdering is such a chore

A present or two might be nice

and digging a grave without thinking thrice

Oh please spare me from the pleas

Infested my mind with your ugly words

Oh hey, don't worry deary

I'll make sure you won't wake up in a ward

Alright here's the deal. I wrote this all because I was mad and sad. Really mad and sad.