...empty...
i reveal my dark side
which is never me
this firey anger
tempts me to to play
wit knives guns and bombs
stab my back
shoot my heart
and blow me out this world
where do i belong
or
is it where i choose to be?
this fragile heart of mines
is building scabs
of unemotionless abyss
kick scream yell
where still goin to hell
not even you can stop
my wrist from bleeding
so i lick it
no need to wast it
.
..
...
dame it!;
its all your fault
i blame you; you loser
u made me do this ;
now look in my eyes;
but you cant...;
your just as lost as me..;
so why am i still asking
you whats wrong with me?!;
AHHH! STOP YELLIN AT ME!!!
im scratching my eyes out
to dig the pain these eyes
has seen,.;
but then time stoooop.....................
reality hits.....................can this be........
the mirror is crying back ...
..
.
at mee.
by
taybbyposted on 10/27/2009
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