Sick

by tempie   Dec 15, 2011


I was sick of his lieng.
I was sick of getting stepped on.

I was sick of being used.
I was sick of being abused.
I was sick of being unloved...

After all who dosent want to be love???
All i wanted was your love.
But that wasnt possible for you.
I tried to keep us alive.
But in the prosses i killed myself...

Forever you will be my love.

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