Do the World a FavorA Poem by Kiara
I keep glancing down at my chest,
Shocked every time I see there's no knife. I feel the invisible blade, Hot as fire, Cold as ice. Every time I move, it shifts deeper. Tears cascade down my cheeks, Hot as fire, Cold as ice. He would be the one to wipe them away, But now I see how he truly feels. "Why don't you do the world a favor and go die." I could listen to him.... I could do the world a favor.... I could let the blood pour out of me, Hot as fire, Cold as ice.
© 2013 KiaraAuthor's Note
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