I have been brutally murdered
not physically, but emotionally
by a weapon that makes no sound
so you can't hear my silent screams
I look into my killer's eyee
as I fall in my own pool of blood
why do I deserve this?
the thought of suicide is racing
to put myself out of this misery
I'm bleeding out fast
but my screams for help is not heard
to be wounded by the one you love
does more pain I could do to myself
I can't endure this pain anymore
must end my suffering
reaching deep in the hold in my chest
to rip out my shredded heart
I place it in my killer's hand
to remind them who this once was
you may have killed me
but i will still love you
