Make Me Hate Your Face
I focus on things
that make me hate your face.
Maybe then the pain will fade.
I know deep inside
I care about your life,
but right now I just want to forget.
You don't understand,
never will,
how you've pierced my heart.
I wish I could say
it will just go away,
but the blade cut too deep.
I feel the blood,
it trickles down my chest,
and it draws me to my knees.
I fall to the floor,
pray it will all finish now,
maybe this pain will finally be undone.
Copyright © Louise Picek | Year Posted 2006
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