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Mar 2013
You
In your grasp I scream & cry
In your grasp , I want to die
Under your watchful eye I live by
Under your watchful eye I wish to die
The blood I taste in my mouth, had not got there by its self.
I scream & cry for help,
But to no aid when in ones self.
You throw the punches, while I take the blows.
The marks on the outside seem to go while inside they only grow,
So big,
So strong,
So rough,
So tough,
What can I do? I curl up into myself.
It stings so sweet, like a warm knife throw butter, as it glides through me.
It starts of slow, so nice & sweet, but then it picks up speed.
I watch it grow, but never stop it though.

I haven't smiled for a long while.
The tears don't meet my eyes,
but seem to flood my insides.
Its hard to breath through, but what does that mean to you?
I'm the cat while your the mouse,
You have all the control, while I have non- not even myself.
YOU starve me!
YOU taunt me!
YOU scurry around!
While I thought I had all the control,
That I'd be able to find & hunt you down.
I thought I was the predator & YOU the prey!
When did this switch for you to get control of me?!
Me,my soul & everything inside,
How have you made me a fool,
SO weak & scared of everything about you!
What can I do?
I'll die, without having finding & hunting you.
It's true.
But if I did,
OH BOY!
It wouldn't be fast
I'd cut you everywhere,
Like you did with one glance. One stare.
So deep I'd cut just not enough,
For I'd want you to see what's happening to yourself.
I'd wish not to see you cry but for them to flood YOUR insides!
Then you'd get to the place you had gotten me too,
I'd look into your eye's & say
"*******"
Alanna
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