brittaney hitzler


I looked at you, saddness took over,
I closed my eyes, and heard screams and cries,
I grabbed a knife, and walked slowly into the dead of night,
bloody tears started to stream down my face,
I have grown cold, you couldn't have been saved,
I blacked out, because of the rage,
when i awoke, i stood there dazed,
I tried to walk but sliped and fell,
because your blood was covering the floor,

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