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by JL Oct 22, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Cut my wrists burn my skin i do not care you will not win dismember my body run a truck over me tie me up i will break free throw me against a wall chop off my head scream at me you want me dead beat me senseless push me down i will rise up from the bloody ground we play a pointless game locked in a stalemate to hate each other it seems is our only fate
by Truest Lies
Ouch, very intense. But great rhyming. Good Writing! beth