At My Limit Poem by Bailey Schatte

Here I am,
Lost in utter confusion,
Down on my knees,
Head hung,
With a puddle of blood below me.

She wouldn't listen;
I told her day and night;
She chose her fate.
I couldn't live with her anymore;
She burnt her bridges with me.
I'm all used up,
And it all because of her;
I couldn't take it no more.

Now she's in another man's arms,
And me,
Well let's just say,
This blood didn't come from nowhere,
Yes that's right;
The blood beneath me is my own;
I can't live without her,
But seeing her smile kills me,
So I'm leaving now,
And leaving nothing,
But my body in a pool of blood.

My vision is blurring,
My breaths are becoming shorter,
I'm losing feeling all over;
I guess this is it;
I hope she knows that this,
This was for her,
I'm doing this for her,
I'm dying for her,
Oh yeah,
One more thing before I go.

I really do love her.