All the Things I Wish I Wasn't

I'm the frigid air, Taken from your lungs. I'm the wreckless deed, You often commit. I'm dying, And your the cause of it. I'm a smokeing gun, You pulled the trigger. I'm the moonlight, On your ghostly figure. I'm the shattered remains, Of a broken heart. I'm the stage, Where you played your part. I'm the accompliace, Of this brutal murder. I'm the bloody knife, That cruelly hurt her. I'm the heavy sigh, Escaping your throat. I'm the goodbye letter, Filled with the words you wrote. I'm the tears, You didn't shed. I'm the scene, You quickly fled. I'm the alcohol, You drank to many times. I'm just a broken poet, Who's used all her rhymes.