the tears i shed
are not for you
but for when you fled
leaving me alone
with a feeling of complete dread
and now finally, my heart has stopped beating
and, therefore, i am dead
i hope you are happy
in your stupid idiotic head
i killed my self, you know
and i bled and bled and bled
how'd i do it?
i used a long thread
tied around my throat
hung over my bed
i'm unmoving and lifeless
and look, the gates of heaven are up ahead
and you know those tears?
the one's i shed?
yeah, they're not for you
you useless purebred
A/N: I know what you're thinking. WTF is wrong with her grammar?! Where is the punctuation and capitalization? Well, I wanted it to be like that. Anyway, if it really annoys you, sorry, but that's how it's going to stay. I hope you like it! Comment and vote if you'd like.
~SilentDream
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