Kneeling stitches

SorrowfullyHappy

They say snitches get stitches

Then why do I have all the stitches

And they get all the riches

Everyone says my scars are beautiful

They say this while they look away

Everyone says they pray

That my scars will heal

But I will not kneel

I will not beg for help

I yelp in pain

But this is not my bane

I will not kneel

For I cannot feel

Anymore

 

  • Author: Sora (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 19th, 2017 11:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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    Everyone is a servant to someone or something . A master of the servant can be kind or cruel . It can be love or it can be drugs . A good master treats his servants well and in return his servants do well by his commands and bring praise upon the master . A cruel master does not care about his servants . He uses them for his delight or sadistic pleasure . In the end he destroys his servants . Those servants become dead inside first (no feeling) , then dead physically .
    Please go read the poem wrItten by Grave yard girl on May 3 here at mypoeticside titled "Goodbye" and the poem/notice "Thanks" written by someone named Josie telling us Jasmine (graveyard girl) passed away on May 5 , from thoughts of suicide .



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