He hit me
With first blow...

He walked up to me
And kissed me gentally...

The screaming is heard from
the room next door...

I was young,
Nothing seemed wrong...

He was kind and caring
Always there when you needed someone...

Tearing me apart inside
Are my silent thoughts of suicide...

Blood dripping
From every point on my body...

Shes hiding in the corner
Shes running from the pain...

Not the girl
That everyone thought...

Tears stream down my face
As I slide to the floor...

Losing My best friend
Shes trading me in...

I cut to deep!
Fastly feel asleep...