Was She Worth My Life? Poem by Savannah Moe

You climb up the vine
You see her sitting there
Blood on the floor
Blood on her wrist
You rush in her room as fast as you can
You check
Shes dead
Give her a little peck
Lie on her bed
Comfort her corpse
Ask yourself why

You left her
For some other girl
You came back too late
You were her everything
She loved with you with all her heart
She left you a note

'It's too late,
Was she worth this?
Was she worth my life?
You caused this.
If you would have stayed with me,
I would still be alive.'

You let teardrops fall down your cheek bone

The next day
You relize you're a murderer
You yourself say good-bye to the people you once loved
And end your life