Hide me from the rain
Lie to me about pain
Hand me the bullets
To the gun
Because
I'm going insane
Please
O Pretty Please
Laugh at my tears
Laugh at my loneliness
Laugh at me
Nothing is what they call me
Pretty Please
Hurt me like you do
Leave me out In the cold
After you stabbed me in the heart
Taking the air I have left
Spinning me around
Until I stop moving
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments1
A poem that on the surface sounds masochistic but one must ask is that the real meaning? Nicely written
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