Use to be mine
My eyes are fully open
knowing not how to draw
as the dog gives me a paw
i feel like i am shattered
feeling alone and incomplete
i sit in the windey stairwell
hearing all thier screams
they brush all past me
as they run
hitting me in shatters
as my pieces fall to the floor
i know that i am gone
i am gone from life
feeling despair
in a deep dark hole
where the blood fall deep
and the streams are
flowing with blood
telling me thier is no time
but the present
to end what use to be
Mine.
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Freewriter91posted on 05/12/2008
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