before he could fill a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you wouldn't understand.
So now I leave you without a sound except my heart shattering as it hits the ground.
biggrin 9-ac94nexAxmM:https://i620.photobucket.com/albums/tt289/ChristineD1987/Gifs/BleedingHeart.gif&t=1" />You think we're just friends when inside I'm dying without your heart, but would you understand if I said something?
No, I can't say I love you, you'd laugh, you'd tell your friends and ridicule me and my fragile heart.
But when my blood bleeds out tonight, from that metal skimming across my wrist, I'll think of you like I always do.
I'll take my wrist, and smear it on paper, I'll play Bleed by Hot Chelle Rae, a song that explains my heart, my blood, my pain.
And when I go to sleep with a scar on my wrist and heart, I'll cry for you, as I always have, and do.
On the outside I smile, but you'd never know that on the inside, I cry. I love you, and it's obvious the feelings aren't returned. Was it me, or did you smile at me? Not at the pretty one next to you, or the slut across from you, but me? Simple and plain, yet you smiled? No, why would that be? We've been friends since we were young, we've laughed since we could understand big kid jokes, and you smile at me? Not in the way you smile at a friend when others are talking and you're left out, but a smile of, Chase me? Like in Preschool when girls had germs and boys had to run? Or was it one of, Get me? I returned the smile, but before I could get lost in my fairy-tale, a beautiful girl walks around me, was she always there? How long had she been standing there? I wanted to cry when she walked forward, and you hugged her waist like that of admiration and love. Something that has stabbed my heart, yet again, by the same blade. I turn around, saying I'm sick, which I am. And As I walk away, I can't help a tear fall, thinking me stupid for thinking of what I thought what could've been. If only you could realize what was here for you, grab my arm, tell me I'll be okay and you'll never let me go. I must've been dreaming, because you did just that, and suddenly, my heart has found it's band-aid to stop the hurt, because I've offered my heart, and you've finally noticed. . . . . . . .
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