Broken Bones and Bleeding hearts
I fell again.
Guess I tripped over that line.
You set the trap,
and I strayed behind.
You lied again.
Guess I was blind.
You dropped your words,
and I almost cried.
I choked again.
Guess the pills are just too much.
You stabbed me twice.
Now I'm too numb.
You pushed again.
Guess I've come to know the edge all too well.
Our eyes met.
And I saw that burning place called hell.
I bled again.
Guess this time I went too deep.
It might be better this way,
since you wont miss me.
by
Babigurlbrokenposted on 05/16/2008
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