I tried to be kind

But it always turned to anger

But then I met you

The anger replaces with jealousy

But I was always kind to you

How could you never see

You thiught I was pathetic or naive

But I tried

I thought you were ok

But in reality you needed a friend that is kind

Not one with anger that needs to be released

So then

When you turned to anger

I turned to good

You wanted to die

Cause you felt used

Felt life wasn’t worth to live anymore

I tired to make you understand that

But it was to late

You were to deep

In the lake you made

I gave a flower to out onto that lake

And you lifted

But then…I had to die by someone’s hand cause of you

So I asked to be killed by you

You were hesitant

But you pulled through

You sicmiter in my chest

Blood pouring through

While you plant the flower

Onto my blood

As you see a different life

If what could of been

With different choices

You soon died

You sink to far into the lake

Where knowine could save you

And I died in an explosion on that lake

But in the end, it’s everything you did ever worth it over time?