
I'm sick of the pain if you want to know why.
Cut out my heart and just let it bleed.
Maybe after that I can start to breathe.
Cut out my heart and bury it in the ground.
'Cause after it's out, I don't want it to be found.
LaTasha B. (LB)
© 2014
These are short stories and poems that I've written. The short stories and poems are also found at www.wattpad.com/DXiredDiamond and http://dxirablywritten.tumblr.com/. *Disclaimer: All Original Work*