I wept for your killer
And left flowers at their grave
If someone told me
It's impossible to
Love the sinner
As much as the victim
I'd tell them that they're wrong
Because when I saw your body
Sprawled across your bedroom floor
With cold toes and fingers
Wearing scars instead of jewels
With a bullet though your head
Clasping a note that read:
"" another murder found dead ""
You were still pretty damned lovely.
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Self Harm,depression, Suicide Quotes
PoésieAnd like the moon she had a side so bright that even the stars couldn't shine on it but then again she had a side so dark that even the sun couldn't burn it.
