Friday, 23 March 2007
12:37:12 PM (GMT)
She throws her fists in the air,
And yells out loud “I don’t care!”
Really, later she’ll be crying,
Inside, her heart will be dieing.
They put the cuffs on her wrists,
She curses, screams and twists.
They tell her too calm herself down,
She wished he let her drown.
They give her a med,
To soothe and calm her aching head.
Then the doctor says “This won’t hurt a bit.”
She replies “You’re not touching me with that shit.”
“It will calm you down, I swear it helps,”
He says and she yelps,
“You come near me with that and your dead.”
‘Kill him!’ a voice screams in her head.
“It will make everything better, it’ll be alright.”
But she won’t go down without a fight.
“You touch me and I kill your ass!’’
She swings, his jaw breaks like glass.
She looks at what she has just done,
The voice says ‘Now you should run.’
The doctor twitched and moaned in pain,
The voice is still screaming inside her brain.
‘Finnish him off, your born to kill.’
She tries too keep hold of her own will.
She darts and runs from her life,
She finds the dagger and lifts the knife.
The voice yell ‘What are you doing, Stop!’
Then she see’s that very cop.
“You said I was meant too kill,”
She declares, “my own blood I’ll spill.”
The cop see’s what she’s doing and runs to her,
“life or death, which do I prefer.”
The cop reaches her now and begs her to cease,
He frowns and his brow does crease.
She see’s the sincerity in his eyes,
‘You know if you kill yourself his heart dies.’
The cop is still pleading “Put the knife down, please.”
He really cares and now she sees.
She drops the knife too her side, still holding tight.
“Cuff me then, I won’t fight.”
The cop doesn’t reach for his cuffs he just stares,
She is about to cry but in response she glares.
“Thank you for stopping, now drop the knife.”
She does as she’s told he just saved her life.