The words were perfectly turned into a weapon, <br />this weapon you used, killed my very best friend, <br />the scene was so awful, so horrible, <br />I persecutes me day and night, <br />like a flash back all the time.. <br /> <br />she ran away, <br />leaving me with no clue at all of who I am? <br />what I am here for? <br />where am I heading to? <br /> <br />She is so afraid to come back, <br />even though I need her as a heart needs a beat, <br />she won't come back, <br />she is just a heart full of fears... <br /> <br />The bullet you used, was so real, <br />it went over the wind with such a speed, <br />she had no time to avoid it... <br /> <br />She, my friend, my self... <br />who betrayed me, <br />just because she gave herself to you, <br />and you gave her a shot.. <br />is now seeking for someone else, <br />to become herself... <br />hoping it will heal the wounds you left...<br /><br />Ana Lia Zaldivar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/herself-myself/
