Happy

by Brook   Apr 23, 2005


The knife meeting my skin
Makes me happy...don't you want me to be happy?
I guess not, since you continue to tell me to stop
You say it will just hurt me in the end,
But you don't care...not really...
Just don't like people being hurt...
So, until you decide to care about
Other things besides your boyfriend,
Let me know...maybe I will still be here...
You never know...

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