After All, We Are The Same...

by XTaintedxBeautyX   Jan 18, 2006


As she sits there in her room,
hes cheating on her she assumes.
She runs to get a razor-blade,
hoping the memories of him Will fade

The phone rang finally,
her mother hates what she See's.
She's sitting there on one knee,
looking at he wrists as they bleed.

"She'll call you back" her mother said,
Looking at her daughter who's crimson red.
She told her daughter what he said,
"he said he loves you and would never want you dead!"

She just looked at what she has done,
"if he loves me then why is he cheating on me with someone?"
She called him back and told him how she slit,
and he told her that he did the same shit.

© Corinne

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