The tears hit the road like bullets through flesh and skin.
My thoughts are getting worn and thin. I know I am the problem; the reason for their pain. Maybe it will be better if this blade hits my veins. If you love me at all, I'm sorry, but I've run out of time. And maybe I'm fragmented, but is that really a crime? These thoughts playing in my head like a broken record. There's no one that can save me, except for me. No, I won't be saved by your lord. Feeling another person next to me and knowing that someone cares; it's a devine feeling that we share. And through it all, I know you'll be there. So I'm sorry, but I'm trying to stitch back up these tears. I've been thinking that things will be better if I die. So I'm sorry, but it's time to say goodbye.
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A/N: So, my mom read this and thought it was a suicide note. But I promise it isn't. It's a way for me to make myself feel better and get my mind off things. So, don't be concerned. I'm okay. ❤
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Smiles And Hidden Tears
PoetryWords never spoken. I'm scarred, but not broken. Your smile reflects your beautiful mind. Your soul is strong, your eyes are kind. Remember me. I won't leave you behind.
