Chelsey

Deadly Lies

Copyright, Chelsey

Sitting in the bathroom all alone
Ignoring the ringing of the phone
I pull out my knife from my secret place
No emotion shown on my face.
While slowly digging the blade into her skin
I realize I now have control over whats happening.
Watching the knife drop blood onto the floor,
Ignoring the knocking on the door
This is where I want it all to end
No more of my stressful life to defend
Hearing his footsteps come up the stairs,
I cut deeper doing whats fare.
The blood runs smoothly onto the tile
My numb body shapelessly in a pile.
Breaking the lock he enters the room,
Seeing my dead body his eyes are full of gloom.
He holds the limp body of what I used to be
Never knowing his lies killed me…

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