It hurts when he doesn't talk to me...
It hurts when I want to die...
It hurts whenever he is near...
It hurts me more then I...
It pains my heart to think of him..
It pains when he's gone away...
I can't help to cry when I think of him...
It hurts me everyday...
And now I finally realize...
that I was always wrong...
And now when I think of it...
It brings tears to my eyes...
To think of everything...
to think it seemed a lie...
I feel as though I want to die...
And now as though it seems I lie...
On the floor in a sea of blood...
thinking of the things I've done...
My hands are bloody...
My face is red...
bodies around me...
seem all dead...
my clothes are stained...
with tainted blood...
and now I lay here...
above the mud...
I stare at the ceiling...
now waiting for death...
as it all comes back...
and I remember it all...
 iPsychopath · Fri Sep 07, 2007 @ 10:06pm · 2 Comments |
