Stop - Poem by Ashley Shea
I get bored sometimes.
Inside this twisted mind of mine.
I'll stop, not listen, while the world turns full of mimes.
They'll draw me for a while, in gruesome, crazy lines.
Teasing me, I'm sick of them killing me all these times.
Stop. It's only a stupid dream.
Stop. It's only a knife's bright gleam.
Stop. It's only a small girl's scream.
Your name I'll scream and cry.
I cant stand this anymore.
'I'm yours' is your favorite lie.
Being brought down, and tossed down on the floor.
Finally I cant wait, I'm hoping, praying to die.
Stop. It's only a boy.
Stop. In blood you should not find joy.
You should have stopped. That knife was not a toy.
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