Sonnet 6

You can’t even last a minute or two,
Without having her,
By you,
You can’t help but wonder,
When you see me by myself,
Can’t handle me,
No longer needing your help,
Well, then what do you make of me?
You’d thought I’d wait till you come back,
Like I have no life,
Like I only have to watch your life on track,
Live that FNCKING replay of when you struck that knife,
Through my heart,
Let me be! I’m already torn in many parts…