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You yell at me,
and i shrink to the floor,
your violent words couldnt hurt anymore,
you strangle my pride,
with your cold chilling hands,
and break my heart with monsterous demands,
still yelling i shiver,
and hold my ears,
saying please make it stop,
but the pain wont go away,
after you leave,
i think its all true,
so punishment befalls me,
and it came straight from you,
i slice the skin,
from left to right,
blood pools on the floor,
im sorry ill make it all right,
im worthless,a mistake you say,
well ill make it all better,
come watch as the blood begins to splatter,
i become so cold,
and the world goes black,
i say i love you all,
with my last breath,
you come running in,
heres the yelling again,
this is what you wanted right,
now i dont matter,
now i watch my body,
as i float above so high,
and funeral day comes,
and noone arives,
just as i thought,
noone really cared anyways,
ill always be alone,
on cold blood days
this is an old poem i wrote.
 William Saint Claire · Tue Jan 06, 2009 @ 06:51am · 1 Comments |
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