It was a homicide
A chilling murder
A girl
One who used to be confident
One who used to smile
One who used to be happy
Was killed
Out of cold blood
I just killed her
Her tears stain my hands like the blood that would be shed
Except that girl is me
And I just committed suicide
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
