My Pain Poem by deshae davis
My Pain
i die a little more each day
but only then do i kno that im ok
i cry till theres no more tears left
waiting for someone to listen to me confess
i tortured myslf thinking of u
wishing that u would get the clue
u kno
i hurt myself alot
its the attention from being put on the spot
theres one more thing before i for get
u should take the knife out my back cause im not dead yet
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