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May 2013
As  the darkness closes around me,
I can not breathe,
I think i'm suffocating again,
The ice forms around my heart,
I said I love you, Well I lied

I can not take this anymore,
No more, please stop mommy your hurting me
Take your hands from around my neck
I won't be your victim anymore.
I love you to death
I won't be the victim of this sick game

You say you hate me,
I turn to the knife,
You say you love me,
I turn to you for advise,
Well not this time.

This little girl ain't so little anymore,
I won't be your punching bag
I'm tired of this sick game,
good job mom you lost both of us
The knife just isn't doing it for me
I'm taking the next step, you'll see

I'm sorry my love,
I'm sorry friend,
I'm sorry brother,
I'm sorry nephews,
But goodbye....
This one is really old. Just kind of found it in on of my journals. It sounds really suicidal, but its back from when my mom and I was always fighting.
Jayme McAvey
Written by
Jayme McAvey  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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