Hurting

by Cluadette   Aug 10, 2004


I lay broken
On the floor
Blood soaked
Your at the door
Just staring
While I call out a name
It's not yours
And your crying cause of it
Now you know
I don't care for you any more
I just want my friends
You call them and tell them
"You need to come quick"
Than leave and let me bleed
"Where are you"
I cry
As they walk in
Crying they call
An ambulance
I can't hear them
I'm in a trance
I'm alive barely
No thanks to you

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