Dead

by melissa   Jul 12, 2006


I can not eat I'm feeling sick,
my stomach turns as i start to spit,
i fall to my knees and begin to bleed,
and pray to god that he will see
that i tried to stop it and i tried to get help
but it was coming at me like some b**** from hell
so i gave in and now I'm here, sitting here watching you drink your beer
and smoke your weed thats calling my name,
and piercing my veins,
but now it is killing me,
gentle eating me from the inside out,
and now i am sick all because of one stupid b**** who gave it all up to only be left here.

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