A Violent Murder

Slapped my face

Threw me from the door

Stabbed my back

Kicked me to the floor.


Tortured me slowly

Crushed my bones

You both stood there laughing

At my dying groans


My heart races

I can see the end

Why would you do this?

You were once my friend


I would have died for you

Taken my own life

Your hands only hold me,

So she can drive in the knife.


I suffocate under your words

Black and blue they hit me,

Like bullets, they embed in my brain

But refuse to end this eternity.


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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