Through the Eye's of a Murderer

You never really know what a person truly goes through as a child....

I grabbed a knife,

From the drawer,

In my kitchen,

I saw a child,

Walking down the street,

From my window,

I went outside,

Beckoned the child over,

She had the brightest smile,

Too bad I had to kill her.

 

She was a pretty little girl,

With so much to live for,

But I had to end her life,

I couldn’t stand to see her suffer,

Anymore then she had too,

But I know her from somewhere,

But where was it?

 

Oh now I remember,

She is my next door neighbor,

Her mother and father are always,

Screaming at her and slapping her,

Beating her until,

She was black and blue,

It seems like they don’t love her,

But I truly don’t know.

 

I took the knife,

And stabbed it into her back,

She screamed out in pain,

Tears falling down her face,

I stabbed her again,

And again,

Until she was blue in the face.

 

As I’m being hauled off to jail,

For the murder I committed,

You never stopped to think,

What had ever happened to me,

To turn me into what I became,

A murderer.

 

Take a look,

Into my past,

And then you will,

Understand how I became this way.

 

As a child,

I was slapped around,

Broken down,

Picked on,

I didn’t have a friend,

No one accepted me,

I attempted suicide,

But I ended up living,

Since I was taken,

To the hospital,

By my parents,

Who didn’t care,

Who when I returned,

Just slapped me around,

Broken me down,

Made me cry.

 

I eventually,

Just let myself,

Stop eating,

And sleeping,

In fear of my abuse,

But that’s not all that happened.

 

The rest of the story,

Is worse than that,

I became a prostitute,

I was raped,

As a girl,

I felt like I didn’t belong,

Which everyone made me feel like.

 

Then I found someone,

Who wanted to help,

But they ended up dying,

And now I have become,

Something I didn’t want to be,

A murderer…

Caused by my past life.

Reviews

[John Stussy]

This was chilling. I've heard it said that some killers are very methodical. You captured one of those with this poem. The things that happen to us scar us permanently. For some the scars fade, but in some cases they reopen and cause horrifying results. Great write, thank you for mentioning it!

[Angie Diane♥♥]

You're welcome. I'm glad that you like it :D

[Cassie Holloway]

Amazing. I agree with NightShade on this. Very well written. It's sad to see how such a simple thing as a bad childhood (okay not that simple) can change how a person could be or become.

[NightShade]

This is a stunning portrayal of a true psychotic break. Subtle, internal forces cause the compulsion to act out in a heinous manner. The inner self workings had predetermined the course. I like how the "murderer" only stops to remember who they've just killed, AFTER the deed is done. As for justification, they may have seen it as an act of mercy on a child who seemed to be living the same life they had. Well done!

[Tasha]

This is such a sad story, but you wrote it beautifully. Great job.
♥ Ta'Shandra