Bring the knife across my skin.
I don't care anymore.
Put it near my neck.
I won't feel it.
Across my legs.
Nothing at all.
I don't feel anything.
You can't do anything.
Put the knife in my back.
Oh that didn't hurt.
The blood drips down.
From where I was hit.
I still don't feel.
Nothing at all.
Cut my head off.
I don't need it.
Come to me,
Tell me you hate me.
But I love you.
Break my heart.
My heart...
Is dead.
I hurt so much.
All your fault.
Thank you...
For making me feel pain...
Author notes
I thought I'd join this contest of my friends x3 The title, thank you, is not really meaning it's happy. like thanks! Glad you did it! more like... finally, pain. Hope you enjoy! X3
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A contest entry
- Make It Dark by peregrin.
450 points, ended August 10, 2008, 81 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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I think you answered the call to "MAKE IT DARK" very well--
An awesome composition!
Well Done & Best of Luck in the contest!
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I like it, it flows nicely. It is well down.
Good luck in my contest!
LOL
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not down, done my friend xD sorry, just had to correct that. I hope you are doing well *huggles*
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