Im hurt,
Im crying.
Late in the night.
I slice, and dice
Pressing the knife,
Harder and Harder,
Until the blood surfaces.
Deep down,
I knew.
I didnt want to believe,
But I knew.
It was too good to be true,
All the words,
Everything you did,
Said,
Was a lie.
It was all a lie.
So that night,
When all I could do was cry,
Because of what you said,
How did I end up here?
Sliting my vein...
All I have are my dreams,
My sweet...
Precious dreams...
So why cant I dream forever?
Finally... be at peace.
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Poems For The Broken
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