Murder Suicide
My hands are around his neckHe isn't fighting back
He holds my wrist
Still not fighting me
My hair is in my face
Tears are falling
It's sad really
I want him dead
He broke my heart
For my friend
And the sad part is
I still love him
His eyes roll back
His hands loosen
Dropping to his side
I can see on his hands
Blood from the cut I did
Before I started strangling him
I don't lose my grip
I tighten
And when his breathing stops
I get off him
And finish myself
I won't let anyone else have him
If I can not
No one knows where we are
So this is a tragic
Murder suicide
Open and shut
Should anyone find us
Hehe, no one will
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