Life: each breath i take adds another chain
each heart beat puts another knife through me
and with every second i cry another bullet flies in at me

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My Candle (no i did not write this myself) |
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I cry, Tears of pure pain, No one cares No one knows, The only few that do, Can’t help. If only I had someone by my side, To hold my hand and Someone to tell me they understand, But I don’t, So as I sit here, all alone, In a tub of water and blood. Pouring from the wounds on my wrists, I light the candles, And blow them out, As my own is blown out.
xXMiss AsphyxiationXx · Fri May 02, 2008 @ 07:08am · 0 Comments |
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