Cut Me, Make Me Bleed Poem by Chey King
Cut Me, Make Me Bleed
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I have become numb
After all those years of being under your thumb
There was never a chance to break the silence
There was never a chance to catch my balance
And after all these years of feeling nothing
CUT ME!
Make me bleed,
Let me fall, shrieking
Leave me there dying
With no chance of surviving
Leave me there, crumbling
Give me the gift of feeling
Friday, June 5, 2009
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5/4/2024 8:10:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is true to all those who are numb and can't feel. Pain is the only way to reach happyness