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Everytime you speak, these false words bring no comfort.
You lie everytime just a sqeak comes out of truth.
No more no less.
I'm nothing to you.
I'm broken.
A burden to you and others.
I'm going to be nothing more than and uncool, un-new, doll.
I lie sprawled out on the floor.
Tears and blood falling from my face.
Scared, and torn.
No cares any more.
You're leaving me to go to her.
My parents left me.
My friends abandoned me for better things.
I'm nothing to no one anymore.
But the pain comes setting in, as soon as the blade cuts my skin.
Oh sweet pain, take me away from my world of hate.
I don't want to be here.
Not now, not ever again.
Soon relief comes setting in.
I feel my soul leave this horridly bloody body.
And now. . . I'm gone.
Without a care I'm spared.
 mthica · Tue Jun 28, 2005 @ 08:19pm · 0 Comments |
