Kill, kill, kill,
They whispered to me,
Fuelled by anger,
Powered by hatred,
It killed me,
Bit by bit,
Their quiet voices,
Sounded harsh in my ears,
As they told me,
To raise the knife,
Over my heart,
Kill, kill, kill
They chanted,
As I plunged the sharp steel,
Deep within me,
I did not cry,
Nor do I scream in pain,
For my life had been nothing,
But vain.

                                                         -ainbh

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