Up above

by xXx Expecting xXx   Mar 7, 2006


Love is great
love is vile
love is worth
all the while,

til it ends
and you get hurt
it makes you feel
less than dirt.

it makes you feel
like you wanna die
and all you do is
cry, cry, cry.

you have a new friend
it's called a knife,
it is the one
that will take your life.

you cut your wrist
and start to bleed
you're crying and hurting
and you pleed

for it to end
just stop the love
you finally die
and go up above.

Authors note: i got bored during second block and because i feel like this.....hope you like..

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