There’s nothing left, I have no more, It’s time to show myself the door. Through endless passages of sorrow, I know there can’t be a tomorrow. With bleeding hands I stand and wait, For in the eye of mind. . . I see before me all who hate: What I’ve done, how I’ve hurt, Redemption… Continue reading Last Call
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love is pain
you said you loved me and i believed you but then its like hey i like you and all but were thru i cried all days and wept all nights I’d say without you my life’s not right id pull the blade closer to my wrist slice thru it then make a fist id sit… Continue reading love is pain
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gentle letters delicate for the keeping sometimes read bitterly