K!ll Me


Kill Me,
Cause I Can't Stand The Pain.
Kill Me,
Cause I Can't See You With Somebody Else.
Kill Me,
Cause I Want You To Be Mine.
Kill Me,
Cause I Loved You,
Even Though I Knew...
That You Were Never Mine!

Comments

  1. Sakhi.January 15, 2009 at 10:51 PM

    ooooooooooooh!!tht's sad!!
    poem.......its nice!!

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  2. VictoriaJanuary 16, 2009 at 8:50 AM

    great poem! it's so sad, but i like it :)

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  3. cadyJanuary 16, 2009 at 9:03 AM

    Thanks so much for the comment! :)

    I like your blog, too. Nice poem.

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  4. Romans 12:2January 16, 2009 at 12:11 PM

    Actually my name is just Bob. But my Dad's name is also Bob so some people call me little Bob.

    My studies are proggressing steadily. I've been working on 1 Corinthians for the past few months and I've also been reading a lot of books. Some are about cults, evolution, Christian evidence and that kind of stuff. So how are your studies going? - Bob

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  5. Lonely HeartJanuary 16, 2009 at 7:07 PM

    Wow that's a deep poem.
    Very personal.

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  6. JillianJanuary 17, 2009 at 7:27 AM

    Hey,
    yah, that's so SAD. R U OK??
    I love that pic too. I took it myself. I love photography.
    It's just something I do. But, yah, that's my favorite self-photo.

    You want to learn guitar? It's really fun, but it takes awhile for your fingers to get used to the grind of playing. You need calluses on the tips of your finger (don't worry, unless you play 7 hours a day, you shouldn't see them. And your muscles need to get used to stretching. That's why people will say "It's so hard" but in truth, it only takes about a week to get used to it. I highly encourage you to start! It's something you can take with you your whole life. I like playing Acoustic Rock, and Pop.
    What type of music do you like?
    _Jillian

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  7. AnonymousJanuary 19, 2009 at 1:54 AM

    good post baby. u improving great

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  8. Twisting byJanuary 19, 2009 at 8:05 PM

    thanks for the comment... hope life is cheering up for ya, if it hasnt it will soon. people can always be jerks, but youll find the ones that really make you happy

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  9. NotionJanuary 23, 2009 at 8:30 AM

    well damn in such little words that was hot

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  10. SavyJanuary 23, 2009 at 2:22 PM

    Oh hon. Are you okay? Things hurt sometimes, but they always get better.

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  11. ShivaFebruary 14, 2009 at 3:57 AM

    nice lil' grim poem
    with right amount of aggression

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