Knife.. Poem by Dislocated Heart
Knife..
pick a knife,
draw your sword,
any sharp object will do.
pick, randomly.
idc.(i dont care)
bare chest, i await.
for a cold sharp,
knife to press and
be thrusted into my skin.
strap me down,
close my eyes tight.
i dont see it..
but i feel it.
the day, you said its over.
a nice way to say what i could never. a pain very few can heal. i'm there. good job.
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4/19/2024 4:33:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
.......im speechless i hav gone thru pain like that too