Now You've Slowly Murdered Her

Blood rushing from the cut in her skin 

Felling satisfied, she sits, 

waits for the blood to run all out

It takes to long, she pouts. 

She thinks of all the bad things 

and makes another incision. 

See what you made her do? All because she thinks of you! You're supposed be good to her, 

But now you're slowly murdering her

Not enough, too slow she thinks,

Then she remembers the horrible 

things. 

The kicking the scratching, the bulling galore, 

then she decides to take more.

All over her arms were the blood seeping scratches, 

To much blood to be stopped,

She finally feels satisfied.

See what you made her do? All because she thinks of you!

 You're supposed be good to her, 

But now you're slowly murdering her

She sits and laughs 

Too much to clean

She sits back and thinks, 

Let this kill me. 

She writes a note

A small one, at that,

Telling she gone 

That's she never coming back.

See what you made her do? 

All because she thinks of you! You're supposed be good to her, 

But now you're slowly murdering her

She sways and falls down

Taking shallow breaths

This is it,

This is her death

Finally happy, 

She tries to lie on her bed,

Just to fall down dead.

See what you made her do? All because she thought of you! 

You were  supposed be good to her, 

But now you've slowly murdered her