“Don’t kill me” I’d screamed
Right through my flowing tears
“You have no choice, you idiot”
He said, confirming my fears
It was my boyfriend saying these words
He’d had a gun at my head
He was getting ready to kill me
“Five-four-three-two-one, you’ll be dead”
I’d screamed at the top of my lungs
Wishing that someone would hear
Wishing someone would save me
I got slapped, “I don’t want to be found here”
“Then don’t kill me” I cry
“Well, explain this, why shouldn’t I?”
So I whisper, “I don’t want to die”
“That’s no reason, I want you to die!”
I think of my best friends
My mom, Dad, sister and brother
Will they be sad when my life ends?
I really hoped they would care
He’d pushed the gun into my head
And started the dreaded countdown
Five four three two one, you’re dead
He watched my body shrivel to the ground
The blood poured from the wound
He yelled, “oh my god, what did I do?!”
He fell heavily to the ground beside me
“Oh my god, Katie, I killed you!”
Yes, you killed me Tom
I really want to say
Wait ‘till you tell my mom
You won’t be here for Sunday
Neither will I
Neither will you
I’ll wonder why?
I’m dead; I hate you
I’ll go to heaven
You’ll go to hell
That’s a given
I wish you well
© 2009 Bailey Thompson
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