I'm being battered down, they don't want to see me walk the earth. They shout at me, calling me names and making threats. My ears start to bleed and they tell me to heal it. I ask how and that cut into my ear. "Heal it" that ask again. I dare not ask how and put my hands over my ear. They walk away from my corner and I take my hands away from my ear. It wasn't healed. They come back a few moments later. I cried and said "no please stop I'm fine" they smiled and said "good". They walked away again. After pain after pain I couldn't help it. I used the knife he had left in my ear... and I jammed it into my head. Now I'm dead... thank you.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
