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Is this all for nothing or could it have a purpose?

	Poetry.
	Poetry.


Walking down this little path That exists only in my dreams I sit and the tears flow naturally All i wanted was for you to stop But all you wanted was for me to keep going I never told anyone Jay Just like you told me not to You pushed me to the brink of insanity On my path, it's like im watching some sick movie, Where the scene is being constantly replayed. I said i would never stop loving you I told myself this was alright. But deep down i knew the truth You never loved me Back on my path i sit, The blood drips down my arm Pain lets me know i can feel, That im alive, even if only on the outside. You lay on top of me and tell me that i'll always be yours But i cant help but wonder Who all you've said that to. She told me about it Jay, All the same, My last spoken words to you will stay. I dont love you. I never will. I fall down on my path and scream "You've taken my life from me." So this is for you, my theif. I hope you dream at night about how much you've hurt me. I hope you remember all the pain you've caused. I hope you die a slow and painful death. I hope you burn in hell you pitiful son of a b*h. scream ll Boxes ll** · Fri Jul 17, 2009 @ 05:42pm · 0 Comments

	Poem?
	Poem?


It seems to me that i am incompetent to keep up with the flaws you find the scratched figures on the mirror carving away making the the ballerina i am today twirling drawing figure eights on the ice. mutalated into some disfigured shape you've expected me to be. It seems to me that i am a renewable resourse that can be thrown away at any expense carlessly tossed upon the ground broken and crumpled with the act of impressment. my body thrown across the floor useless & unapriciated the sound of my tears crash on the ground. It seems to me that i am an accessory carelessly thrown on to make someone's life a little more "comfortable" but easily lost, broken, & forgotten. Dangling Uselessly I fall to the ground, like celophane, nobody notices. A meaningless extension of somebody better than myself. I am lost. Never to be found again. question ll Boxes ll · Fri Jul 17, 2009 @ 05:39pm · 0 Comments


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