Poem #37

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Take a knife and cut up. If you hate me you won't stop. Make me feel the pain within. As you're slitting through my skin. Makes me weaker as I bleed. For your mercy make me plead. Hear me screaming in the dark as you leave your painful mark. Blood is running down my face as my beauty you erase. Trying to cut through every vein. On your shirt you're leaving stains. I wish you knew I didn't care if you hurt me everywhere. You can slit my skin apart but you can't cut through my broken heart.

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