My Life

By Priyanshi

Sunday morning and I decided to lay in the bed

I could feel the tears rolling down my neck

Too tired to wake up and too tired to smile

I lost the battle cause he stabbed the knife

My eyes bleeded and my heart cried

Stupid me used to call him MY LIFE

Empty house and I can still hear the echoes of his voice

I'm calling him mine and he called me his life

Can't you hear? Are you blind?

He is holding my waist asking me to dance all night

I'm calling him MY LIFE and he's holding the knife...

By Priyanshi