Murder without tools
It wasn't a knife,
Not a gun nor poison
All the tools and they chose the one that hurt the most...
Just simple words like " I liked you better before"
" You changed so much"
" Yeah you're not putting any effort"
" You're worthless"
" You can never succeed".
Yeah, it hurt;
It hurt so much that I screamed.
I screamed and screamed until my voice was gone...
Every time, every single time I died.
It felt like it was over but I figured it just started.
The scars are so deep that it still hurts,
And it somehow is all my fault?

Inspired by Ayesha Zahra's knifeless murder
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