Ready. Set. Die.
I lay here in the corner watching my life go by
You struck me to many times
I can smell the blood running down my head
And watch it drip into my hands of lead
Your screaming words still pierce my ears
And i remember that I have taken this beating for years
My crying didn't stop you
And nobody believed me
Why'd you have to kill my mommy?
You made me angry
If you die, it'll be my fault
That isn't out of accusation either
I swear on my last breath some how or another
I will kill you
You want to feel what it's like to be bashed in the head with a bat?
Well your getting twice as worse
Ready
Set
Die
Copyright © Shannon Lotterer | Year Posted 2008
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