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Rip out my heart
Make me bleed
Get me down
Upon my knees
Sing me a song
Of regret and bore
Tell me I’m just
Another wh0re
Pull out my teeth
Rip out my hair
Grab for my soul
Make it tear
Play me like chess
Be sure to win
Become the reason
Of my mortal sin
Tell me a story
Make it long
Tell me you’re right
Tell me
I’m wrong
And when you’re done
Bring me a gun
Make things
Simple
Make things
Fun
Put the barrel
Against my head
Pull the trigger
Make me dead.

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This really isn't a poem that many understand. It's about a boy, or several boys rather, and the abuse I went through with them...

Forcing me to do things I didn't want to do, calling me names, cheating, breaking my heart, talking down on me...everything a boy shouldn't do to the one he 'loves'. This poem is a story about what I went through and how I felt. Instead of standing up for myself, I put up with it. And half the time I didn't feel I could put up with it, hence the ending.