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Water falls down my cheeks,
I think "why?"
It feels so horrible,
I think i might die,
with a regret in my mind,
I know ill never get him back,
I silently cry to myself,
Or forever i will be in black,
"how stupid i was,
to think a girl like me,
could possibly fall in love"
Nobody will get me to fall,
but if i do,
who will help me up?
Surely not him,
He likes her, not me,
He likes her, not me,
These words rang in my ears for hours,
As i bring the razor to my skin,
all of my thoughts and feelings,
run wild,
The blood pours out,
never again,
never again,
never again,
I will never be in pain again,
that he had put me in,
What did i do wrong?
Was i enough for him?
or to much?
that maybe i pushed him away.
or brought him to close that i lost him.
As i swallow harshly,
I think of the girl,
and i cut at my skin again,
The sharp edge feels good,
of what's left of my smooth skin,
I start to well up and cry,
And i go to school the next day,
Only to cover up my feelings,
All my Pain,
Guilt,
Regret,
Anger,
All that i really wanted to say,
But i bottle it up,
Only to let it go,
When i get home,
And it starts all over again,
My Unknown Identity.
-Christine Carlson
 XxAudio_TearsxX · Tue Dec 30, 2008 @ 10:49pm · 1 Comments |
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