How Could You

Die alone is what I will do.
You left me alone with nothing to choose.
You gave me the choice, though you thought wrong.
You are not my voice.

The things I hear in my head are true.
The voices tell me what to do.
I hear them calling to make the wrong choice.
A different language then you know.

Kill me off with that guttural blow.
Guilt trip me now.
I hate you.
You scar my face with bloody tears.

Do you really want to know what I think?
No.
No one really wants that bestowed upon them.
Why?

Dangerous feelings of hate.
Mind blowing revelations.
Thoughts of being along.
How could you?

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