You killed her.

You Killed Her.

You killed her with the laughter when she smiled at you,
You killed her with comments sharper than blades,
You killed her with raucous laughter, your amazing humour,
You Killed Her.

You made her fade until ghost-like, a wisp of smoke,
You made her cower, lost in tears, racked with sobs,
Hiding from the world, too ashamed to show her face.
You Killed Her.

Your laughter formed the rope, Your jokes tied the knot,
Your pranks and gags and jokes tied the rope to the beam,
Your paranoia, your ignorance kicked the stool away.
You Killed Her.

You said she was a nutcase, mental, stupid,
You laughed at her looks, her clothes, her music,
You joked about her grades, shouted names at her,
You Killed Her.

You scoff, this is lies! No court would believe it,
No judge sentence you, No prison would take you,
You were only having a laugh. And yet...
You Killed Her.

You say you did not tie any knot,
You did not wield a blade,
You did not shoot any gun,
You Killed Her.

You say she isn't dead,
She moves, she breathes,
But she is dead, and You Killed Her,
Shot her where it really matters,
And now she's gone.

She wanders still, invisible to even herself,
No longer imagining life,
No longer caring,
You Killed Her.