What you don't know won't hurt you.

The times I've clicked and searched your name just to get a glimpse of life without me. All that was said and done, in the car where we spent the last hours of our push and pulls, you didn't fight for me.

Was it not worth your while or have I been taken for a ride. Head against the pillow, my body is brutally bruised and in shock. I choke and gasp demanding myself to recover. I shake and shiver. It's burning hot but I'm cold and dying. Heart in hand, free falls and hits the ground.

You. My murderer.