You killed me so easily.
You didn't even bother to visit my grave.
You didn't care.
I don't know why I ever thought
You would sympathise with me
I remember how heartless
Those obsidian eyes were
How freezing cold
Devoid
Unfeeling
Nothingness
What happened to your soul?
As you raised your dagger
Drove it through my chest
And lodged it in my ribcage
Close to my heart, but not touching it
Enough to leave me half dead
But not enough to kill me
You enjoyed the suffering
Didn't you?
As I struggled to breathe
Through the gap in my lungs
As my cracked lips stained red
And my tastebuds recoiled
From the metallic taste of iron
You left your scars on me
Your imprint, your marks
Then you bruised me into thinking
You were my saviour
When your heart was the devil's
My head was so dizzy with painkillers
In that moment
I didn't even realise I was dying
Until I ended up with tubes in my body
How is it that I never noticed
You were slowly killing me?
I couldn't even leave the way I wished
You gave me a gun
To end myself
The gun was mine in name
But how could I end me
When the trigger finger's yours?
Author's Note
In case you don't understand, this poem is about a abusive relationship.
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