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Jodie

The End

Copyright, Jodie

Deeper then cuts
Deeper then the scars
The pain inside
Which grows everyday
The cold blade of the knife
Slides gently across my wrist
Blooding dripping red
Falls to the floor
A puddle I see my reflection
So I cut once more
Slice after slice
My mind starts to fade
Everything goes black
I fall to the floor
Lying in my own blood
I start to shake
The knife still in my hand
I cut once more
So I can bring this life to an end
And I can be no more

Untitled

Copyright, Jodie

its raining its pouring the old man was snoring he went to bed smashed his head and was dead when it came to morning. the children were smiling but now they’re dying yes it was me yes it was me, and when we come to meet again you shall find i was shot in the head and now im dead…

Struck

Copyright, Jodie

why did you do it?
did it make you feel good?
you knew that you could,
so you phoned her,
told her of my deadly sin,
that i sit in my room,
digging into my skin.
a knife, a blade,
my duty was paid.
you had no idea,
but now you see,
exactly what you’ve done to me.
a knife struck cold,
looking for red gold,
struck my wrist,
when my blade gave me that deadly kiss…
now you see,
but never again,
the pain stricking through me.you hardly even knew me
when my blade struck gold.
in my dead cold heart,
we are so far apart.
i wish i was closer,
to make you feel,
that little bit colder…

Yesterday

Copyright, Jodie

yesterday was great,
nothing fake.
a sweet smile apon my face.
my heart beating at a steady pace.
nothing was fake,
all so great.
but today,
my soul fades,
i sit and cry,
i sit and lie.
is the end?
but it all depends,
on wether i continue,
to sit and cry,
or lay down and die…

Struck

Copyright, Jodie

why did you do it?
did it make you feel good?
you knew that you could,
so you phoned her,
told her of my deadly sin,
that i sit in my room,
digging into my skin.
a knife, a blade,
my duty was paid.
you had no idea,
but now you see,
exactly what you’ve done to me.
a knife struck cold,
looking for red gold,
struck my wrist,
when my blade gave me that deadly kiss…
now you see,
but never again,
the pain stricking through me.you hardly even knew me
when my blade struck gold.
in my dead cold heart,
we are so far apart.
i wish i was closer,
to make you feel,
that little bit colder…

Best Friend Becky

Copyright, Jodie

i stared at her across the room,
she stared rite back,
that glisten in her eye.
i sat back wondering wht to do.
shuld i go over and await my fait?
or stare across with my love and hate?
my ever lasting tear drowning my face.
she was looking at me.
her love and her hate.
so tempting like food on a plate
i went over,
picked her up, so fragile,
and yet so flixible.
she looked at me like a cannible.
she is my best friend.
although she braught my life to an end.
she had a glisten in her eye.
i thank her now
because she is my best friend.
all she did was listen.
her eye filled with glisten.
although she braught my life to an end,
she is my best friend.
oh wonderful becky sliced me,
now she let me free.
that wonderful blade,
oh why was i afraid,
of my wonderful becky,
my wonderful blade…

I Die Again

Copyright, Jodie

i die again,
let me sleep…
i die again,
let me weep…
i die again,
let me bleed…
i die again,
let me sufferin pain…
i die again,
let me die…
i die again,
let you suffer
…and cry

You Wonder Why

Copyright, Jodie

look at what you’ve done to me,
come closer, you’ll see,
bloody tears down my face,
look at you running at a steady pace,
you run about,
while i cry and shout.
why didn’t you listen,
to what i had to say?
now you sit and pray…
crying… crying… crying…
look at you crying to god,
while i suffer in pain,
dieing… dieing… dieing…
…gone

Devil

Copyright, Jodie

she lays there silently,
peaceful and alone,
once she had two personalities,
now she is alone,
he looks at her still body,
wondering what to do,
he drags her down slowly
…she looked ever so lonely,
he gave her friends,
set her alight,
oop’s she’s dead,
he kicks her head,
…she cries,
…she dies,
one thing small exists…
that little slit across her wrist…

I Die

Copyright, Jodie

i die,
you bring me back,
i die,
it begins,
i die,
you wont leave me,
leave me be, just
let me breathe,
i die again,
i jump… you cry… you suffer… i die

 

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