the knife

I sit silently,

patiently,

wondering,

how,

when,

and why?

 

I sit still,

blissful,

knowing,

where,

who,

and why?

 

But then how?

How have i fallen.

When do my feet hit ground?

Why wont you hear me?

 

Then i know where?

You left and let me cry.

Who do you think will wait?

Why does the pain kill?

 

Only three can keep this secret...

Now two are dead.

Author's Note

sorry its not great it just happened XD