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Then Kill Me.

slice me
dice me,
stab me 
jab me,
poke and
prevoke me.
leave me
bereave me,
taunt me
haunt me,
whack and
hack me.
spike me
strike me,
hit me
slit me,
drill me
then kill me.

deathdepressioni do not know?

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Laura Spears

February 7, 2010 at 8:48 PM

This poem captures a broken heart well. Somtimes it feels like your heart and soul have suffered all they can stand. If these are recent wounds, I hope the healing is quick. Happy Writing.

P Sheart

December 3, 2009 at 7:14 PM

It amazing what happens in our lives when we replace every negative thought with a positive one! Sending good thoughts your way. Take care Love Light Patty

Anthony Nutter

December 3, 2009 at 7:10 PM

I have been poked and jabbed, whacked and hacked, poked and prevoked, nightmares haunt me. But death will have to wait as the past is the past and the future holds unknown paths. Excellent write I enjoyed the read. I wasn't going to post this poem but after reading I think I will, it's called the "Devil's Hand" you might want to check it out