are they not your hands that slipped the noose around my neck?
the same hands that affectionately held mine?
your legs that kick the support from underneath me?
you strangle me.
are they not your words that propel me to jump?
your arms that push me?
it's you i hear,
who laughs,
as i claw at empty air.
foolish, i am
to let you see my weakness.
its your words that shake the pills from this bottle.
that force them down my throat.
call it suicide.
but we both know that would be a lie.
its you that brims my eyes with tears.
you are the blade i cut with.
your spiteful words,
the blood i rid myself of.
you grip my heart with murderous intent.
and when its truly over,
im dead inside.

im 16 and a bit melodramatic (in case you didnt know that by now)
yes. emotional homicide. i kinda like that term

any suggestions for improvement are gladly welcomed!