speech after speech

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Torn apart

You've pierced my heart and left me to die
I sit all alone and wonder why
It's hard to go on without a heart
It was your razorblade words that tore it apart
Sribbling down sentences to describe how I feel
Nothing I write can feel this real
The mirror reflects a pain that will never fade
I'm trapped in a mess that I've made
Duct taping the broken pieces that fit into place
At a frantic pace my fingers missed
The way this night ended, I'd rather be dead.....

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