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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I didn't really do this, it's just another one of my made up poetry.

Submitted: September 20, 2012

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Submitted: September 20, 2012




I'm tired, I'm hurt, I'm sick of the pain.

This is the moment where I go insane.


Your strong tight grip, It's hurting me.

But I hide my pain so you can not see.


You push me down firmly, I beg for you to go.

You place your fist in my face, three times in a row.


You exit the room, blood runs from lips.

Bruised, cheek, bruised nose, even bruised hips.


Cut by cut, tear by tear.

I only think of you as my biggest fear.


My blood drips slowly, from my wrist to the ground.

I was full of silence, to hurt to make a sound.


Why does this happen, I just want to know why.

Chest is so bruised that I can't even sigh.


I place my finger on my lips, I can feel th blood dry.

I think of my baby, and continue to cry.


I pick up the knife, I guess this is it,

I finally gain the courage to end with a slit.


I dropped to the ground, no feeling at all.

I hope you regret not catching my fall.

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