The words were perfectly turned into a weapon,
this weapon you used, killed my very best friend,
the scene was so awful, so horrible,
I persecutes me day and night,
like a flash back all the time..

she ran away,
leaving me with no clue at all of who I am?
what I am here for?
where am I heading to?

She is so afraid to come back,
even though I need her as a heart needs a beat,
she won't come back,
she is just a heart full of fears...

The bullet you used, was so real,
it went over the wind with such a speed,
she had no time to avoid it...

She, my friend, my self...
who betrayed me,
just because she gave herself to you,
and you gave her a shot..
is now seeking for someone else,
to become herself...
hoping it will heal the wounds you left...

Ana Lia Zaldivar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/herself-myself/