Substitute...

Some things should never be done.
Here is a simple story of one.
There used to be a girl in my life,
and it was my desire to take her to be my wife.
We used to talk and talk,
and together hand in hand, we would walk.
and I loved her very much,
and life was good and such.
Then one day, it all fell apart,
and when she left, so did my heart.
Since then it's all gone south,
and I sit here with a gun in my mouth.
now as the blood flows in a stream,
each wasted drop another broken dream,
I lay back on the stretcher, closing my eyes,
I begin to see through the lies.
Tears leak, as I enter the institute,
For I have been naught but a substitute.