You’ve pierced my heart and left me to die I sit all alone and wonder why It’s hard to go on without a heart It was your razorblade words that tore it apart Scribbling down sentences to describe how I feel Nothing I write can feel this real The mirror reflects a pain that will never fade I’m trapped in a mess that I’ve made Duct taping broken pieces that fit into place Mascara running down my face At a frantic pace my fingers missed A lose piece fell and slit my wrist Just enough to see a peek of red The way this night ended I’d rather be dead
purple monkeys in a train · Mon Dec 15, 2008 @ 05:29am · 0 Comments |