

WhenI am tired. Tired of running. Chasing the unobtainable.When
I do it without meaning to. I'm already in over my head Before I realize How deep the water really is. So I end up drowning In a saddness That I have created.
If only I would look
Before I leap.
Maybe I could save myself...
When is someone going to chase me?


2 and CountingDays without food I no longer care for it. Just like you no longer care for me.2 and Counting
Perhaps I will end up A skinny bitch like her
At least I can control something


Chest PainSleep evades me Though I am in desperate pursuit.Chest Pain
The thoughts of you and her Together Eat the rotting flesh Thats left of my mind.
Feel like an elephant Is sitting on my chest Making hard for Oxygen to pass.
Maybe it will just smother me. So I will not have to think of you again.
Wear fake smiles Throughout the day At night they fade Like the sun.
Pass by where we met. Feel pain in my chest. Stabbing pain And shes holding the knife.


The SufferingPart of me died yesterday.The Suffering
Sitting in Starbucks Reading words I never thought I would see.
The fatal blow came from nowhere Hitting me straight in the heart.
Direct Hit. Your aim was impressive.
Death came quickly. It did not suffer.
That is what the rest of me is for .
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Glad to see you here. Just wanted to say great work and I look forward to more of your stuff over in TMS's art section!
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very much appreciated!
I'm glad you enjoyed your stay
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