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Let me show you now.
My life right now told to you.
I know nothings wrong with me.
Atleast thats what I'm told is true.
My life is sick.
I am force fed all these lies.
Pain turning numb from burning me so long.
It's like the world doesn't hear my cries.

Time passes by me.
I can't even hear it tick.
I am sick of people around me.
People and there dirty tricks.
Twisted rose with thorns.
I almost always get a prick.
Watch the blood come out.
Hold my hand out and watch it drip.

Look at me.
Look right at me to see what I've become.
Social misfit monster.
Left in a dirty basement, never to see the sun.
I'll hold myself together.
Until I have to fall apart.
Limb by limb I wil be falling.
All I will ever see then is dark.

Broken rainbows.
Fill my worst of nightmares.
Killer chasing me.
I keep tripping on the stairs.
Sociopathic little girl.
Something a child today may become.
I wish I could be one of those.
A killer and my emotions numb.

Child of the light.
Morgue smelling breath.
Death reeking the air.
Making the air evacuate your chest.
On the bottom of the river.
Lays a broken stone.
Representing what I am.
Mutilated and alone.

Katherine Hines The Caducus


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