There's This Girl

A good friend of mine.

Everyone loves her

And so do I.

I wasn't really liked

But I have her

When I was threatened,

When I was hurt,

She was there for me.

Always there for me

I'd cry

and she comforts me

When I was stabbed

Over and over

When my blood were all over the room

Through all my scars she was there

Always there

Because it was her

The threats

The hurt

The stabs

It was all her

And now that I know,

She's not afraid anymore

Of doing all those to my face

She went from backstabbing

To straight up stabbing and cutting me

While maintaining her

Amiable and lovable image

That everyone adores.

After multiple stabs and cuts,

Only then did I realize

It was all a dream

But knowing did not help.

Everytime I try to wake up,

I'd open my eyes

With myself lying on the bed

With her standing at the door

Knife in her hand

Same thing

Over and over

Stabbed.

Cut.

Blood spilling.

I tried escaping

And she wouldn't let me.