I thought we were friends, I thought I could trust...
Snap, snap, snap.
a picture image is forever wasted...
I know that I've hurt you
I know I made you cry...
As I hold myself under
I curse your name...
The boy watched the show,
Even if he knows how...
(this poem might not rhyme but oh well)
before you died i thought i was the luckiest girl...
She sits there
Tearing at her wrists...
Gone
Gone like the rose that dies infront of her upon...
Living in this dark abyss,
And in this sea of despair and agony...
Twisting
Writhing...
I love you as you love me
Our eyes looking each other...
~*This is actually a song I wrote that I will be...
You went away when I was just 5 years old...