Assisted Suicide

It was a setup from the beginning,
you know that let’s get to know each other vibe,
you share,
I share,
everything’s fine, right?
wrong,
it’s that anything you say or do will be held and used against in the court of dating,
past, present and current,
how do I battle old me,
versus new me?
the gun is pointed at my head,
it’s a glock,
so you got 17 shots before I’m dead,
every bullet you use,
I handed you,
assisted suicide,
transparency will be the death of me,
where did I go wrong?
none of my words or action gave you just cause to end me,
I can’t even defend me,
you slowly let loose,
it’s almost empty,
empty and hopeless is what I feel,
confused because I was just being real,
honest and true,
but my words and actions are meaningless to you,
damn I can’t believe I’m going out like this,
never thought this would be the death of we, or me,
how do I move after this,
or can I,
I’m looking up to the sky as that real part of me is leaving,
this death of the essence of me…
damn