By danyelle dleh57@hotmail.com
Date: 22 December 1998

the killing of me

tears slide down my face
this terrible pain won't go away
it is my heart breaking
in your hands
as you stare at me
with your evil glare
knocking me down
piece by piiece
until there is nothing left 
but tiny shattered fragments
like broken glass
across the ground
you take her hand
and guide her
"be careful" you say
as they sweep up my broken pieces
you laugh
and it kills what was left of my soul.