Your words sliced into me.
Like a knife blade and killed me upon that Christmas Eve day.
I laid there and bled out, and no one was the wiser.
For your words, as cruel as they were,
I'm a bitch, but I do not lie.
Upon that Christmas Eve day, for you to think I lie to you killed me.
For I will lay here soak within my tears and blood.
As the words you spewed out upon that day, I reached for the blade and made
Pleaded with the Lord Almighty to please take me up on this Blessed day, for I could no longer take being sliced down bit by bit.
I admit that I am a bitch,
For the words that I speak are no lies.
I would rather be dead than to have anyone think I lie.


*Death on Christmas Eve*
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