Killed Poem by Andrea ChavisCrawford

Ive been killed by the person who say they love me the most.
Played with my broken heart and took my little bit of hope.
I sat there as I felt the piercing from the sharpnest of your knife.
And you sat there and continued to kill me knowing you was taken my life.
I feel less than nothing and lower than zero.
I have nothing inside of me not even a hero.
Reach deep down inside of me and you'll see it hurts to take one single breath.
When you kill somebody emotionally there body never lies down to rest.
By: Andrea Chavis-Crawford
5-2-12