I died by my friends' hands
A mistake turned deadly
She hid me with her pots and pans
Although, it didn't hurt badly
Physically that is
But, mentally it was torture
I no longer felt pressure on my throat when, my breathing easied
I died that day, because I wasn't smart enough to see though her eyes.
Those eyes...
Those eyes were the last things I saw before I faded into the bright lights
