He comes to my house in the middle of the night
Barges into my bedroom and turns on the light
No point in hiding, he knows that I'm here
He looks me in the eyes and smiles at my fear
Grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me out of bed
Throws me to the floor and kicks me in the head
I struggle to my feet, but before I say a word
He tells me not to bother screaming 'cos I'll never be heard
He puts a rope around my neck and pulls it tight
I try my best to kick him, but I'm too numb to fight
I struggle in a panic but I can't get away
He's been telling me for years that he'd kill me one day
He tightens the noose up, ignoring my pleas
My strength has all left me, and I fall to my knees
I beg him for mercy, I don't want to die
He sneers in derision at seeing me cry
I try screaming for help but my throat is too sore
I fall to the ground, I can't fight anymore
He leaves me there cold with the rope round my throat
And lying beside me, my suicide note
Cold-Blooded Killer
This poem is about a woman who is murdered by her violent ex-boyfriend. Half-way through writing it I realised it's partly based on something which happened to my best friend's mother. (She's ok though, and her ex will be in prison soon.) It didn't happen to me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me, I just tried to imagine what it was like. This is quite different from any other poem I've written, so I'd love some feedback. Please send me a message, and don't forget to rate! xxxxDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
