#WritcoPoemPrompt2

In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
A prisoner in my mind, no matter how hard I fought.
After all these years, so scared to move on.
Knife to my wrist, can't take anymore.
I swiped my blade, and fell on the floor.
These memories I could no longer store.
I sat and watched.... as my blood pooled on the floor.
I never imagined this is how it would go.
Regrettably I trusted you, so completely.
As the record will surely show.
You were always out to defeat me.
I...