Death

So yesterday I died,
Except, I wasn't meant to die,
So I am being kept behind.
To live through my death again and again.

Every time I see her face,
I scream,
I shout,
I rage.

Everytime I see his face,
I sob,
I bawl,
I cry.

I should probably be scared,
That I know for sure.
But when I see his face it calms me,
Upsets me.
He killed me,

And now he will pay.