I desperately clutch the sharpened knife,
Hoping it'll all just disappear,
the tormented thoughts,
the anguished anger.
The hurt, the pain,
the abusive gasps.
The hurt he's caused the damage done,
the secrets hidden,
and the lies uncovered.
My mind goes blank,
and my stomach aces.
When my mind clears,
and I look around,
I'm frightened to move,
there he lays on the ground.
His neck wide open,
with out a sound.
My actions done,
no going back.
My life is gone,
my freedom taken.
But I'll die with no sorrow,
behind these cold bars.
Noing no guilt,
and noing no pain.
