You can take your blades and cut me up
You really hate me? Then don't stop
And as you're slashing though my skin,
And leaving a mark for every type of Hell I've been,
Make me weaker, make my blood pour
Make me want to plead you to stop but ask for more
Hear my screams you used to ignore,
As you leave your marks and head for the door
As sweat runs down my face,
Stab me a few times and let the gashes bleed at their base
Try to go deeper, try to hit a vein
You're not good at being subtle, your clothes are stained
If only you knew I wouldn't care,
If you cut me to pieces and left me there
Of course I'd let you rip my skin to shreds,
Because we both know you only really liked me when I was laying in your bed
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A Collection Of Rhymes
PoetryPoetry I write from time to time. Correct any grammar in the comments please. I can't proof read as much as I'd like and I hate it when I make grammatical errors. Also if you'd like to share your opinion on what you think the poem's theme is or how...
