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I wrote this on 25/11/2011. Its about 'someone' who gave me flowers after abusing me...


Submitted:Nov 25, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Tick... Tock, Tick... Tock

Why create this awkward silence?

Buying me flowers?

After what you have done?

Tick... Tock, Tick... Tock

Is this not classed as an act of violence?

After the hours

Of torture you thought fun?

Yes, the flowers are pretty

But there is horror hidden behind

You hid this by buying more for mum

God, you have a twisted mind

It makes me sick to look at them

Those innocent, pretty flowers

I start to feel worse and worse

As the seconds turn to hours

Nevertheless, I'm stuck.

I can't chuck them -

It'll cause mayhem

I'm terrified of sleeping

'cause I know what you'll do...

Hell, I'm saying saying it:
I FUCKING HATE YOU.

And still the clock is ticking

Away the seconds and hours

The silence stretching out and out

Whilst I'm staring at those flowers





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