Kyra Skal


I wrote a poem
A poem about death
And then I found the truth
When he caught my breath
And ripped it from my throat
Taking my heart with him
But I can't bleed
when I cut my wrist on a whim
I can't understand
Why he did it
We were fine
til he found that he can use wit
Because he reasoning was
He didn't want to hurt me
Instead he killed me inside
And everything we were and could be
I keep waiting for the words
I'll still love you and I'll hold through
But nothing happens and I still wake up dead
But I still love you inside...

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 1, 2010

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