I'm weak.
I'll never get strong!
Once this 'game' begun,
I knew I wouldn't last long.
Once the secrets were revealed,
I knew that I couldn't just sit by.
I knew that I had to get better.
I knew that I had to just try.
When I said 'hello' to him,
he didn't have much thought.
But even once he struck at me,
I don't want him to rot.
I knew he was just angry.
I didn't know what to do.
Once the killing blow was delivered,
I didn't even have a clue.
I was just left there, on the floor,
in the boy's bathroom.
Even after death, he decided
the opposite would be my tomb.
I was just lying there, I suppose,
but then another came and found me.
He decided to make things interesting,
and strung me up gladly.
I never wanted to die.
I wanted them to know the truth.
I never wanted to die.
I wanted them to find out through me- not a sleuth.