Just another minute. To explain, why, how, what happened to me.
I heard her stutter quietly, tears forming before rushing off.
She wont understand, she never will, nobody will.
And I cant tell her, or him, or them, or fucking anybody.
My breath was shaky.
I took the knife from my back ...
And stabbed her, except, this time...
That wound wont heal.
She'll get the knife out, after trying, for so long,
Blood spilling everywhere.
Losing focus, and slipping away from Earth, she'll need a little hand to get cleaned up after, someone will need to wipe down that blood dripping onto her hands,
And people will ask
What happened to you?
She'll cover it, ignore the question, hide.
Never speak a word to anyone about me...
And when I see her,
Happy, finally,
Healthy, beautiful,
And find a way to make those scars fade.
-'Dirty Shoes, incoming, incoming, 3 oclock!' I'll never forget you, DD.
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Back Stabber. (VENT)
Non-FictionVent about how my boy best friend betrayed me. I miss him, but I hate him so much, so I wrote this.
