Screams Poem by Heather unkown

I feel something warm and wet
running down my hand
and drip off my fingers
now I am just staring
at the knife
that has my blood
at the tip
I hear the door open
behind me
I see eyes staring at me
in horror
my ears tinggal
at the sound of a scream
but I still feel joy
my life was being
held b that one knife
suddenly ripped from my hands
the joy is gone
as the tears run down my face
my hole lifes being
has now been taken away