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Copyright, Kerry

If today were my last day on earth…
would you still love me?
Would you still casually say “hello”?
If today were my last day on earth…
would you still know me?…
Do you even know me now…
if today were my last day on earth…
what would you say about me?
If it were my last day…
my final breath, would i waste it on you?
Would i have anything to respond to?
If today were my last day on earth…
would i have surved my purpose?
If it were my last day… would i make you smile?
If today was your last day on earth how would you live it?

Pain Me

Copyright, Kerry

I released the pain today, let it all go free.
I killed today, murder in cold blood.
Watched as your decapated body lay on the floor,
your person shaking with fright
voice scared, and shocked.
I told you not to ignore me… but you didn’t listen.
Now you must pay the ultimate sacrifice.
I only wish you would have listened…

If you heard me speak… would you listen?
If you saw me cry… would you know you did it?
If i lashed out in anger… would you be my target?

Today i killed you… watched you bleed.
No remorse, only to soon hurt again.
I kept it in, but now im releasing it on you.
My anger, my hate, my rage.

‘Cause when you heard me speak… You didn’t listen.
When you saw me cry… You had no idea.
When i lashed out in anger… you were my victim.

I killed you today, altho i wish i hadn’t.
Your blood surrounded me, filled the room with insecurities.
I desposed of your body…
Left you under my bed, so i knew you were right under my head.
This will help me sleep… knowing you are demolished.
I killed you, my best friend, and loved every bloody moment.

The Pain

Copyright, Kerry

today i gave in…
into adictions, the fakeness of the light
let it all go, let it take me to hell
slit my wrist to deal with the pain.
and it’s my own adiction that i fear.

when i look into the miror
i see no reflection, just the coward living inside
it’s time for the coward to go and hide.
i hurt you, i am sorry.
you hurt me, but not sorry.

i cannot breath, like im dying inside.
because without you, i gave in
i gave up… ended the healing process.
it’s over, im over, we’re over…
i cannot live anymore.

when i look into the miror
i see no reflection, just the coward living inside
it’s time for the coward to go and hide.
i hurt you, i am sorry.
you hurt me, but not sorry.

Gone

Copyright, Kerry

I see her scars, both new and old.
They grace her arms, faded and raw.
When new, when parted.
Blood flows thick.
to her,beauty, relief,pain to others,
in her mind. she’s just sick.

The audience mocks
she stumbles back
glancing at her arms
beauty is gone

She hears their voices in her head they scream, shout, shamelessly taunt
the emotional, physical pain
she wants not to flaunt

This is it
she has fallen off the edge
used to just teeter on the tip
a single push, then she’s gone

There she is, bleeding from her wrist
one cut too deep,the years shall fly
by herself, she builds a coffin
not for her body, but for blood and tears

As she remembers
the distasteful, betraying…
Lies.

 

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