Why.

by Morgan Larson   Apr 6, 2007


My paper heart
is always being torn apart
piece by piece
it fades away
as do i
in this cruel world
and people don't see
someone save me from me
dying inside
wait..
I'm already dead
you said that you care
so why weren't you there
now I'm gonna be gone
no one can save me now
am i still alive
damn..
i want to die
why do i stay
instead of stray away
cant i go to sleep
&&never wake up
..why..
...why...
....why....

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