A murderer that is

5 years old and I saw the brokenness of the world.
The crime
The horror 
The monstrosity. 
I saw the theives
And the rebels
And the murderers. 
I told my self I would never become one. 
A murderer that is. 
Floating through the years,
The evil was still there, but I paid no heed.
I never dreamed I would become one of them.
A murdurer that is. 
But I've killed someone. 
A girl
Happy
Carefree
Living the heck out of her life. 
She's gone. 
I killed her. 
Now there's only this shell of a human. 
Empty.
Broken. 
I don't want to live anymore. 
My strength is nearly gone. 
Used up trying to find this girl. 
But she's been destroyed. 
Torn to shreds. 
And I don't think she can be put back together again.