morbid , by Laura Glossop |
My wrists bleed but not as much as my heart The same heart you ripped out and tore apart. The taps run but not as much as my eyes, The same eyes you stared into and told lies. The door thumps but not as much as my head The same head you stroked how can i forget?. Screams and shouts can't save me now My body goes limp as i start to drown. |
Posted: 2012-11-01 02:43:46 UTC |
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