No More Hate

I’m falling down a black hole river.

I can’t seem to find my way.

I don’t know where I am going, but I guess it doesn’t matter.

I’ve been tired,but lately I can’t find the hours of father time.

My eyes, as they are dripping with bloody tears.

My heart doesn’t listen to how many stitches it already has.

My legs and arms ,as the scabs start to come back.

The words, they’ve already begun.

They have haunted me since day one.

The days they drag on me like a dugger without a joint.

With pain running through my eyes and veins, I can’t really see what seems to matter.

The things I pop into me, their strength runs straight to my bairn.

One by one their colors excite me.

Two by two their thrills start to drill me.

By the time i get to three the scissors start to snip me.

Then I start to count the lines and dashes.

Two arms and two legs with 16 lines and dashes.

One the left leg 9 lines and dashes makeup the word “die”.

So when i’m done looking at the dripping lines.

I grab the rope and to make the letter “o” with a line hanging down from the ceiling.

I step on the stool as I write my goodbye letter.

“ I love you mom and dad. I can’t take the teasing anymore. so i’m pleasing you. I’m just saying good bye. I love you…”

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