i have no idea why i wrote this i barely remeber writing it but read it, its so fucked up wtf

i see you walk away... the bloody palms you walk with, tell me all
you try to wipe the blood away
but the memorys are stained into your hands
the blood seems as its pouring from your hands, it drops to the floor
the pavement covered in splatters of the blood you spilled
you hear the voices echo so quietly "why? she was meant for so much more"
you spilled your wifes blood...
now you've got your two your old son standing there,
he looks at your with his blue eyes and whispers "mommy?"
you fall to your knees and scream what have i done
the pain inside you tears you apart,you dont know what to do
its going to break through your chest, it going to jump out...
the world is a horrible place today
sToNeDpEnGuIn420 Reviewed by sToNeDpEnGuIn420 on . a poem? i have no idea why i wrote this i barely remeber writing it but read it, its so fucked up wtf i see you walk away... the bloody palms you walk with, tell me all you try to wipe the blood away but the memorys are stained into your hands the blood seems as its pouring from your hands, it drops to the floor the pavement covered in splatters of the blood you spilled you hear the voices echo so quietly "why? she was meant for so much more" you spilled your wifes blood... now you've got Rating: 5