Because of me...

I had a choice.
I could save her or be the death of her.
I chose death.
But I refuse to believe in anything.
I lied to her over and over again.
It was so easy, she just left herself open.
And believed every word I told her.
Didn't question anything I said, not even once.
I didn't love my life so neither did she.  
I chose to be so sick and to end this poor girls life.
She made me her everything and I let her.
I knew if I left she would be all alone.
Have no other choice but to die.
How come I don't feel bad?
She is gone and never coming back!
What the hell is wrong with me.
I used my revenge on someone else.
I made her pay for what someone else once did to me.
That's sick, it's not human.
I'm not human.
Who would do that and not feel anything knowing she died.
For me.
She died because of me.
She left her life in my hands.
And I destroyed her.

What happens to me next.
I deserve.
God isn't gentle with sinners.