Kill Me
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kIlL mE...
tHeRe ArE tImEs, My GoD, tHeRe ArE tImEs
ThAt I wIsH i WaS dEaD
mY hEaRt SpIlLs ReSeNtMeNt AnD sCoRn
Of ThE sElF aNd So mAnY oThErS
tHeY dOn'T dEsErVe ThE hAtE—nO oNe DoEs
SoMeTiMeS cOnFiNeMeNt BlUrRS mY hEaRt AnD mInD
lEaViNg Me In A sOrT oF dEpReSsIoN rEwInD
wHeN nO oNe GiVeS a DaMn AbOuT tHe RhYmE
wHeRe AlL tHeY wAnT tO dO iS cOnSuMe ThE gRiMe
I aM sIcK tO tHe MaRrOw Of KeEpInG It (IxNxSxIxDxE)
bUt I wIlL tOrTuRe No OtHeR WiTh My MiNd
ThErE aRe TiMeS, mY gOd, ThErE aRe TiMeS
tHaT i WiLl MySeLf To SmIlE
bUt (IxNxSxIxDxE) i ScReAm
(KiLl Me). . .KILL ME
i want to die. . .
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
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