Love Is A Four Letter Lie

by Vacant Expressions   Mar 8, 2013


My wrist is a shade of suicide red
A crimson rain free falls to the floor
And relief floods my tired soul once more

Stare at the wound I caused myself
I am starting to get dizzy
There is no one left to miss me

These drugs are finally sedating
Numbing my searing pain
But my salty tears I can't contain

I tried hard to make it through
Fighting myself day after day
But nothing I did kept our memories at bay

I beg for forgiveness
As I take my own life
With my trusty blood stained knife

The room is slowly fading
As I whisper my final goodbye
Love, my friends is a four letter lie

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