With out your love I'd die.
She can't believe you left.
She don't want to take another breath.
This girl she cries.
just wishing you would whipe the tears from her eyes.
She sits alone on the floor.
Just wishing her wrists weren't So sore.
She is broken.
She needs to be awoken.
From this nightmare.
Which she can't bare.
The razorblade is now her bestfriend.
It won't help until the end.
She can only dream of your face.
She is trapped within life's race.
She want's you to come back.
She knows you won't and thats a fact.
She feels as if her heart is no longer beating.
Because now she is bleeding.
She writes a note and she says "I love you".
And without your love I'd die.
And tonight she finally had her last cry.
by
kartracergurl14posted on 04/09/2008
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