Knife goes in, but never comes out.

by Kaitlyn Cabrera   Jul 31, 2008


The knife goes in, but never comes out.
Left to forever remind everyone who was defeated.
To the ones he loved he is remembered as a hero.
To the ones he hated he is remembered as a fake.
He was killed trying to protect the ones that meant the most to him.
Tears were brought to his friends and family, smiles were shown on the faces of his enemies.
With his last given breath he stuttered "I'm sorry."
Only his killer heard and he laughed at the sound of his last breath.
Family devastated and torn at the lost of their hero.

*Not true*

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