Betrayal

A knife in my ribcage
Hard cord on my throat
A gun in my mouth
By God, I am smote

A terrible cry
A low, harmful hiss
A very large boom
Men shaking a fist

Depression haunting
I’m no longer sane
But how could I be
I’m in so much pain

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