Standing in the mirror br smoking gun in hand br wondering what just happened br to make me kill this man br br something made this moment br was it his fault or was it mine? br what did he say to hurt me so br and make me do this crime br br There was something in his movements br that set alarm bells off br the coldness in his eyes br the harshness in his laugh br br And when the struggle ended br he was face down on the floor br everything as still as death br 'cept the blood running toward the door br br I couldn't let him break me again br and so I set me free br but although he hurt me I still know br the guilty one is mebr br Melissa Casteenbr br