Silent Curse
scars and scraps
pain and torture
digging in the skin.
blood and tears
red and black
dripping to the floor.
forever a sin
forever this regret
of living past the line.
continuing on
forgiving the pre-life
to hard for a broken heart.
forgotten in the hidden corner
bleeding out through weak wrists
creating nothing but a feild of memories.
lost in deepened thought
watching a sweetened suicide
and fading to the darkened silence.
by
broken3heart3posted on 02/15/2009
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