Cut Me, by little_irish_rose
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You bent close to my ear,
and whispered "it's over" to me...
Then you walked away,
and left me there to bleed...
I tried to get an answer,
what would make you do this?
All you did was tell me,
"now you got your wish"
I was so confused,
I didn't know what to do...
I never wished for this,
I only ever wanted you...
I ran into the bathroom,
slammed the toilet seat down...
Rolled up my sleeve,
and picked up the only thing around...
The scissors weren't that sharp,
but they gave me what I needed...
I sat there crying to death,
as the cuts bleeded...
As the tiles filled with blood,
I made one final wish...
I wrote it down on paper,
and seeled it with a bloody kiss...
"I wish that you could know,
that you're the cause of all of this...
And now it's really over,
now I got my wish..." |
Posted: 2005-09-06 03:50:04 UTC |
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2005-12-17 01:04:00 | love nothing >>-- |
i love this poem, i can relate a bit, and its just amazing.. |