Amy Fifita

Crying of blood not of tears,
Just let it out.
Blood is spilt, but no one’s dead,
This is your cry.
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Is capital punishment justice or is it revenge?
This is the question that I want to defend.
Is it really justice if you have to kill someone?
Or is the killing of a being just for your fun?
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Many children are ignorant
To the pain in the world.
Some know pain but most don't
still continuing to laugh and play.
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It's not like I'm asking you the one millionth number in pi,
I just need you to answer my simple question: Why?
Why did you leave me alone in the dark?
Why did you leave my mum with your mark?
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Cry it out,
Don't blleed it out
Dont slash at your flesh.
But I'm too late,
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If you work in capital punishment what does that make you?
If you kill a murderer I think that’s murder too.
If you hurt some one would you expect it to be returned?
But from your point of view that hurt would have been earned.
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My whole life stood at my feet,
And i just stomped on it;
Squishing all my hopes, my dreams,
Destroying what i had done good for.
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Don't you trust me,
Don't you dare.
You'll soon see,
That you shouldn't have cared.
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Death's fortress made of ash
Cemented by blood
Floats from captured spirits
Unforgiving for mistakes
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Sharply slicing through my skin,
Waiting for blood to begin.
Overpowered by my past,
How will this depression last?
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Like a seagull flying high,
As I hear your distant cry.
Not of pain but of suggestion,
Wait for me is the question.
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Little Edmund Kemper, an innocent little boy,
Was locked in a basement with his sisters’ toys.
Poor Blameless Ed, what was he to do?
He ripped those dolls apart as his anger grew.
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Sometimes silence is not peace,
Sometimes it’s anger at the least.
Unsure of whether you should use your voice,
And still silence is your choice.
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The stress and pain of every ones life,
Causes wounds of painful strife.
Give it time is what they say,
But it will never go away.
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I look in my own eyes,
What do I see?
A person I don’t know staring back at me.
What have I become?
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'Rippled skin splurging blood,
Oh, the want to see that flood.
Cold skin against my warm mouth,
I want control but not to help.
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All your words scream through my head,
Daunting wishes, you want me dead.
And yet I do not hear a guilty plea,
And still you want the death of me.
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Torn and broken, shattered in pieces,
You weren’t there, my wounds deepen.
Self inflicted, pain manifestation,
My life’s a rainbow, devoured in darkness.
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It was just a specof hope,
My last and final taste
And now I'll have to cope
With this sadness making haste.
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Don’t you think its funny how one little thing can change your life,
From being perfect and happy to being in trouble and strife.
It seems to attack you when you’re at your worst and overflows your life like you’re cursed.
Nothing seems to help it keeps getting worse.
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