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| My Heart Has A story To tell |
| by Jessica |
My crumpled up clothes
All lay on the floor
There's no romance here
That was left at the door.
I'm tied up and gagged
And he's pulling my hair
He told me he loved me
He told me he cared.
He told me that no one
Would ever find out
No one would know
What my tears were about.
I sit still in my room
Think of horrors to come
Think of innocence lost
And the things that he's done.
So I walk to my desk
And pull out my knife
I scream my last breath
As I take my own life.
They find me next day
In a heap on the floor
With a gash in my throat
And a note on the door.
"Don't grieve that I'm gone
Don't grieve that I've died
Though living on the outside
I was already dead inside"
They bury me under
A cold and grey sky
As they lower me down
Not one person cries.
He stands at the back
WIth a smile on his lips
The one who killed me
With the thrust of his hips.
He walks to the front
Puts a rose on my grave
To pay me back for
The flower I gave.
-Jessica |
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