I started out strong,
and ended so weak.
Am I going to die?

Stabbed too many times.
I can’t take anymore.

I stood by you
even when others killed YOU.
Now here you are looking down at me,
and laughing at my pain…

A/N: Gosh, haven't written in a few weeks... Well hope this isn't to screwed up. Please read and review... Of course if you're reading the bottom you must have already read the poem so... PLEASE REVIEW!!! Heehee.