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Virginia Cairns

Rookie (June 25,1993 / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

How Can You Tell, If The Pain Is Really There?


How do you know
When you are really hurt?

How can you tell
When your hope has diminished

What are the signs
Giving away when you're hurt?

There are so many
Signs to hint the pain is really there

For some people
They are hurt over letters

For others
They are hurt over hearing the words be said aloud

The pain they feel suffocates them
It chookes the burning heart

The aches make people want to scream and cry
It makes people want to die quickly

No matter which way
The pain is inflicted

The hints are usually the same
Coming from the memory of the event

People can recall
What exactly was read or said

They hear it repeating in their head
Over and over taunting and torturing them

The words are the hands
Strangling their hearts

The person is the poisonous torch
Burning the heart in deadly smoke

Combine the two
And create a special formula

A formula to help push people over the edge
Making suicide sound like the only solution

So for those of you who are teases
You are also murderers

But unlike your fellow murderers
You have the victim commit the murder

They do it on their own accord
So the police can't point a finger your way

Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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