Your Suicide
I wanted the knife to find me
But it was you that fell to the floor
Your blood surrounds me
It cornered me into the door
There you lay in front of me
She stopped shaking to breathe her last breath
I couldn't even blink
Only stare into my new found
Distorted despair
Copyright © Heather Walters | Year Posted 2020
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