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Posted by emo poems on September 28, 2011 at 00:19 am
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…My Only
True Love Was The
Knife That Struck My Wrist
Every Night And Morning
Knowing There Was No Secondary
Love
Knowing Your Love Was Only
A Lie That Made The Knife
So Close To Me
After Loving You So Dearly
I Found Myself Dead
Asleep Last Thing In
My Memory Was The Next
Morning Later
As I Looked Head To Toe
Covered In My Own Blood
As Tears Filled With Blood
Fell Slowly Down My Cheek
As I Said Bye
To This World I Called Hell
Then Struck My Heart
With The Knife
That I Called
My Only True Love…
by Brandy Rezendes
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I sat their…
thinking of the last 5 words you said
i thought to my self is it true
is it all true
right here and right now
the knife sitting next to me
my only way to get out of this hell whole
the only way to forget those words…
i cut my self for every time i thought you loved me…
Last thing i remeber…
I was just sitting their
My hands are dry and cold,
becuase no one cares enough to hold them tight.
The liars are everywhere,and i am one.
thinking of death is a habbit and i dont know why.
A man stands and stares into my eyes like black souls searching to rip my heart out.
My hands to cold to protect it.My heart is an empty hole that needs to be fixed.i wish prince charming would come and fix my hands and hold them tight.But then it comes to reality and i dont know what to do.No one can help me no one has a clue what im going through.
well down i go…..
in a dark hole……
i wish you were here to save me form this place
but i know that all you do is run from my place
If tomorrow come then i shall c what comes with it
if nothing comes then i shall go.
You never asked ho i was doing with this you sat there like a itch.
you asked everyone around but not me.
when you left you just walked away
but i wished you would come back to stay.
You say you loved me but was that really true
or waas it all a lie……as i sit here thinking of that isident i cant help but think of how i saw her and you and i cant help but to think about it so now i remember of something a person told me “remember to make it count not accrose the street but down the road……….mnake it count”