Cut Me - Poem by kerry green
Slice me open, let my blood fall upon your hands.
Do you really think I would care to be truthful I wouldn’t care at all.
Stab me, you already stabbed me in the heart don’t stop there.
Cut my veins, beat me down, do what you please, at least then you might feel something for me.
You may think if you kill me I would go away, but every night everyday in your head you would see my face.
Hurt me kill me do what you want, has much has you try you will not be able to erase me from your mind I will always be there with a haunting blood stained stare
Kill me, I dare you, lets see if you will feel better after taking my life
Cut me open here, here you go, here is a knife, now do it cut me open take my life
“Copyright 2010 Kerry green all rights reserved”
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