• The sky turned dark as your knees collapsed.
    I watch as you choke on the only good thing in your life.
    It's sad, but not really.
    Your angel falls down in a spiral,
    wings torn and eyes bleeding.
    Body and all.
    I have seen this so many times.
    I walk away and feel your stare.
    There is nothing left to say.
    I'm not sorry; this was your fault.
    Don't press your guilt on the minds of others.
    I said I'm not sorry--leave.
    Words can't describe this feeling of wrong;
    but I'm right.
    I feel no obligation of helping you escape what you've brought upon yourself.
    As you continue to choke on the only thing you've ever wanted.
    I walk away and feel your stare.
    There is nothing left to say.
    I'm not sorry; this was your fault.
    Leave.