A Violent Murder

Slapped my face

Threw me from the door

Stabbed my back

Kicked me to the floor.

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Tortured me slowly

Crushed my bones

You both stood there laughing

At my dying groans

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My heart races

I can see the end

Why would you do this?

You were once my friend

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I would have died for you

Taken my own life

Your hands only hold me,

So she can drive in the knife.

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I suffocate under your words

Black and blue they hit me,

Like bullets, they embed in my brain

But refuse to end this eternity.

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Blood wells like tears in my heart

As she lets you cut and hack

Hand in hand you leave me to die alone

I’m just the girl with a knife in her back.

The End

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