You killed me - no knife in hand,
Somehow, I stand against the innocent.
You crumbled the trust I placed in you
Then turned away.
And now I am a selfish being?
When for once I held my head high
You saw pride in me?
You name the scars you carry on me
when all I ever did was care for you ,
You claim all the red as yours
While I stand here,
Staggering still.
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