Hurt

Hurt

A Poem by Kaysie

I hate seeing my own blood,

Yet I let others cut me

The pains so unbearable

But I refuse to leave

I'd do anything for the one who holds my heart,

they can have me, every part.

Cut me, hurt me, slice,

Take my life.

My wrists are yours if you want them.

Why are you waiting?

Soon everyone will know.

So here,

Take my hand,

Let my blood flow.

© 2010 Kaysie


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Kaysie
Kaysie

Cullowhee, NC



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