My life is...

by Andrea broken tears   Sep 28, 2005


My life is a book of lies
broken hearts
no goodbyes
pain and hurt
feel in the dirt
on a shelf
all by myself.
The only book there
its not fair.
Every one is taken out
cant scream or shout.
Pick up the blade
heart in rage
Just an old piece of junk
thrown in a trunk
No one wants and old book
thats why no one gives me a second look

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