I saw it,
I saw everything,
I saw the twist of his neck,
I saw his body fall to the floor,
I saw the pain in his eyes.
I heard it,
I heard everything,
I heard the snap of his neck,
I heard the bang when his body hit the floor,
I heard his silent scream for my help.
I felt it,
I felt everything,
I felt the fury rise inside me when hi neck was snapped,
I felt the adrenaline when he fell to the floor,
I felt the guilt, sorrow and misery fill my heart.
I remember it,
I remember everything,
I remember the feeling when i died inside,
I remember watching his body fall to the floor,
I remember hearing his silent screams.
My actions didn't make it better,
The cutting of people the revenge,
It didn't make it better,
My tears,
They didn't make it better,
They just sliced into my skin,
My screams,
They didn't make it better,
It just hurt me even more.
Now he's gone,
And I'm left with my molnija marks,
I hate them,
They remind me of him,
Of his adorable jokes,
Of his blue eyes,
Of the events of that day,
I wish,
I was the one that died yesterday.
This poem was inspired by Rosemary Hathaway from Frostbite, 2nd vampire academy book written by Richelle Mead. Chapter 21 and 22.