The night i killed him

The night i killed him i cried,
because i was knowing he had died.

it wasnt tears of sorrow and pain,
i cut him deep down to the vein.

i laugh, i cry, what have i done,
this thing i did was not much fun.

I kill my self there too,
oh my gosh what did i do.

im dying fast my heart stands still,
i had to just make one last kill...

** this is a poem i wrote when i was angry, sorry if it scares you in anyway.**