1, 2, skip-a-few, you're dead

All I ever wanted was to love you.
Your beautiful hair, your perfect eyes, your amazing smile that could light up the world....
how could you be hiding something so dark? Are you just going to tell me that I was boring? That I wasn't fulfilling enough?
I defended you! Back in the god-damned seventh grade I defended you! I beat the shit out of my friend, because he called you a slut! I always defended you! I loved you! I still love you! How could you be doing this? What am I supposed to do, forget it? Call you a lying whore and move right the jolly fuck on?
No.
I can't...I still fucking love you. Even through what you did to me. I can't call you that. I can't just....I can't.
You've ruined me.
You've killed me.
See, I don't have to call you these names. I don't have to do that. Because you killed me. You burned me.
And now you get to live with it.
Your beautiful hair, your perfect eyes, you amazing smile that could light up the world...
I wish I could be there to see them all dull....but in a way I will be there. I might be in hell, but maybe the devil will let me see your face. Maybe I'll see your expression as you read this note, and then see your eyes dull as you see me swinging...
You were my life.
You were my death.
And, I suppose, this is death-do-us-part.