Pain! Pain!
Wretched pain!
It leaves me immobile.
Blood trickles down my back
Ugly red stains will be left.
The blade is stuck…
My back won’t let it go.
My face is wet with tears
And I ask myself…
Is this the price I pay for helping
What some might call “a friend?”
She decides to change
And become a criminal against me?
Yet..she can’t be put in jail for what she’s done
The stain in my heart
Is the only evidence left…