What am I doing here sulking?

It's not the end of the world

End of human existance

You liking another girl

It happens all the time

I hear about it every day

I feared it each night

Now I'm lying on the floor, slain

By the love I'll never have

By the words I'll never hear

I'm slain

By the joy you took away

By the knife that was wedged in my heart

And I lay here rotting

The knife still is there

I can tell my blood isn't clotting

All of it, the venomous crimson, has left me

And I am empty

And I am slain