Making You Hurt

Death ends all...
Come here
I'll help you die
I'll make you want
To end your life
Make you hate every second
Wanting only to get away
Trying to run
Being told to stay
Stay with me
So I can help you hurt
Let me push you down
Down in the dirt
I'll tell you the truth
Tell you what you don't
Want to hear, trust me,
Never, I won't
I won't stop now, when it's gettin'
Good, good enough to love
Ain't no stoppin' me
Till your dead

By Jennifer Parriott
Published: 1/21/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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