Wrists

a wrist done healing ne'r last long a mark gone peeling is the sad a scratch in a flesh, a scar on my mind it's all part of that song the one of teh saddest kind. and I waste the new i make yet more another small mark of gore on the new wrist i grew. skin breaks, and blood flakes another decision I didn't make. i cry for today and bleed for tomorrow yesterday and yesteryear those fell in a bloddy tear. cry and die dye and cry all teh while asking why. why you hate me why you bait me it's too late to change my fate another mate in a place so desolate and a time so dreary nothing but weary as i journey. and here i sit quite and peaceful but on teh inside my mind is ripped and my heart is torn another face lost in lorne. may your days be betetr without thoe one you never loved the one you pushed the one you shoved. the one you hit the one who bit the one who was never perfect quite enough the one who was wrong adn just didn't fit. may y0our lives be reconciled for the pains i imagined that i had to suffer maybe now, without me here you can really cherish the bitch you hold dear. and you'll forget we ever met you'll not know i was concived from love you shared and love never shared with me and you will see, just how cruel the world can really be becuase it never ever affect and pained you, but the cruel world that you grew me in is the thing, that very sin, is the cause and endall, of my life and of my death. Your hatred world of disbelief and forgotten faith, you cruel ways, and you lust left with me with one thing i must. the world you love and the place you breathe, the space you want is not for thee, and nor will it ever be a place for me. ~kyelle