Last Time

Last time, I will ever open up my heart.

Last time, I will ever tell the truth.

Last time, I will ever open up to you.

I refuse to let it happen to me again.

I won’t repeat the same mistakes.

I will end it now.

Last time, I didn’t and I was lost for a long time.

Trapped. Suffocated. Depressed.

Three words that I don’t ever wish to use to describe myself.

Last time in this situation, I said it was all fine.

Last time, I wanted to kill myself and jump in a fire.

I want to burn everything down.

I want to see blood on my hands and who cares, who it belongs too.

Last time, I never would have the gall to tell you.

I hate you and I want to see you cry.

Last time, I never would have thought I was capable.

Of making you leave.

Last time, I apologize for all that I said.

This time I won’t.

I mean every word that I said.