It's Sad

Being wished dead by your own family…
That your deed is finally done
Can you walk away and leave me
To slowly bleed and die all alone on the cold ground floor

As I lay there, dying
I wonder how you could have done this
Put the knife into my heart so easily

And stand there as you watch me fall
Can you actually be that cold and cruel?
Or is it just I

Does it burn the blood, which we share?
Does it turn your heart so cold?
I know it’s sad

But that is the truth, people don’t kill each other
Family does
Understand this Keith, why me

There are thousands of people who should
Die why choose me, I ask
And your answer is were family

So go sand rot in hell.

By amanda brown
Published: 4/14/2006
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