Mary Keat Poems

You dont know,
You never will.
So go ahead and kill,
Kill me slowly.
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My heart is cold,
My thoughs are old.
My heart is not there,
My thoughs are in the air,
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Don't try to tell me who I am.
Dont try to tell me what I think.
Dont touch me!
I'll get you fast...even before you blink.
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A broken home,
A broken life.
A broken heart,
Broken strife.
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Storms of my mind,
Surrounding my eyes.
Thoughs raging thorugh,
On small things.
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This is the knife holds my fears,
This is the knife that holds my tears.
This is the knife that I can not touch,
This is the knife that I fear too much.
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Look, my wrists, theres nothing there.
Look, there's no marks.
Look, you cant see them.
Look, they're inside, where they can hide.
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