The Runaway Bride

You said that you loved my son and you were supposed to be his bride.
But you dumped him at the altar and he committed suicide.
He was willing to be with you for better or worse.
He ended up needing pallbearers and a hearse.
What you did made him feel unloved and unwanted and he ended it all with my gun.
You're cruel and I'll hate you for the rest of my days because of what you did to my son.
He pulled the trigger after putting the gun to his head.
Because of your cruelty and selfishness, my son is dead.
He killed himself in my house, I found him dead on the floor.
Because it was my gun he used, it makes me hurt even more.
What you did to my son was a mean thing to do.
If I wasn't a Christian, I would use my gun on you.
When the preacher asked you to say I do, you said No.
He lost the will to live because it was a devastating blow.
If you had broken it off before you went to the church, it might not have been as bad.
He felt foolish in front of the people at the church, his death is heart breaking and sad.
I hate your guts and you certainly deserve no praise.
I hope you will suffer and rot for the rest of your days.