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Paper Hearts and Spilled Ink #1
He grabs his cold sharp knife
And he takes it to his neck
His last words he says
"I will not regret"
He finds his pain, he kills it
A young boy of fifteen
Already bruised
His friends never knew
No one ever once suspected
That this boy was raped
His bruises stay disguised
His eyes hid
behind glass eyes
He held his hurt and blood
and he spilled it on the floor
No one ever knew
Until the night they found him by his door
As she sobbed and screamed
Their victim was no more.
And he takes it to his neck
His last words he says
"I will not regret"
He finds his pain, he kills it
A young boy of fifteen
Already bruised
His friends never knew
No one ever once suspected
That this boy was raped
His bruises stay disguised
His eyes hid
behind glass eyes
He held his hurt and blood
and he spilled it on the floor
No one ever knew
Until the night they found him by his door
As she sobbed and screamed
Their victim was no more.
Published 21st Feb 2013
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