Stop
Stop please now
before I do something
something that can't be read
have you no regret for this?
for the blood I have bled
is this what you call motherly love?
for to me it looks like a murder waiting.
do you wish to make me like this?
if not then stop while you still can.
words, images, and screams fly through my head
heads knife can be stopped
Only if you stop not before you lose your head.
You're words harm me more than you think
it's your words that have made me bled.
so stop now before someone is dead.
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