I lay in my room its dark and cold. I wonder where you are but I know not to call. Its 1 am. Your probably asleep. It getting colder. It freezing in here. I touch my skin. Oh wait, that's me. I'm freezing. My life is slipping my once warm blood pooled at my sides. You called me at 7 am. I didnt answer. "She's just sleeping" you thought. "I'll call later" a few hours pass and I'm still laying here cold. I can see it all but I can't help myself. My phone is ringing again. Its you. It falls and answers "hey baby girl.... Baby..... Baby!" You scream. No answer from me. This was not suicide. No, not at all. I was killed. While you where out. You come rushing in and see me. Cold, lifeless, you scream in pain. Like you were the one stabbed. You hold my body close to you. Blood now all over. I can see you I'm screaming "help me!" But you dont hear. I sit by your side at my funeral I hold your hand but you dont feel it. You can't. For I'm dead. You can't hear me cry and say "I miss you" all you feel is pain. All I feel is pain..
