Hurt me.
I don't care what you do,
But hurt me.
I rip back the skin, exposing my heart to your touch.
Lash me.
Snap back your whip and cut,
Deeply embedding it into my heart.
I can no longer stand the pain I am enduring.
A tiny burn
Hurts far, far more than a third degree.
Burn me deeply,
Cauterise this bleeding hole so that it hurts no more.
Cut me.
Crush my heart and smash it,
Break me down.
Level me to the ground and drag me through the dirt.
Speak cruelly.
Don't stay by me any more.
Go away.
Cut the cord and free me from my lasting pain.
Can't you see?
You say you want to help me.
Then help me.
By stabbing me so deeply this pain will hurt no longer.
Just a collection of several of my poems that have really come out of heart issues.
Hiya!
Welcome to my blog. I'm afraid it won't be updated too frequently, as I only write when moved to write. These are a group of my poems, as written through the often difficult trek of the past nine months (at present) of my life.
I hope they speak to you and somehow reach the chords of your life, and that God will bring you through as He without doubt is doing to me.
God bless you.
~Jane Johnson,
August 14th, 2010
I hope they speak to you and somehow reach the chords of your life, and that God will bring you through as He without doubt is doing to me.
God bless you.
~Jane Johnson,
August 14th, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Pain
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