He Came Poem by dymon sidebottom

He Came



My love came.
He found the key to my heart.
He ran away with it.
I didn't think it could hurt this bad.
Changing it up.
It ended for the better.
Now I hide the cuts with a sweater.
Cuts that have another story.
Pain I inflicted.
Makes me sicken.
I'm done with depression that starts with a knife.

9/6/09

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