I Know A Girl Who’s Dead

I know a girl who’s dead
I killed her
She used to be me
But then I took a gun to her head
And pulled the trigger
She died in my arms
And then I became me
Maybe I shouldn’t have killed her
She was a daughter
People loved her
But they don’t love me
They are screaming at me
They want her back
But why can’t they realize
She was never really alive
Never really there
Her soul was me
And I was a boy
So yes I killed a girl
Put a gun against her head
Everyone hates me for it
But what am I supposed to do
She told me to kill her
So that I could live
And now I’m living torment
Because she was me

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