You lie on the ground,
Staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why,
Wondering how.

Coughing up blood,
A stab wound in the chest;
The person who did it
Is walking out the door.

You've known them your whole life,
They were your so-called best friend.
She looks you in the eye and says,
"That's what you get."

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