You make me feel special
I feel less pain
But I see those marks on your wrist
Yes, the ones close to your veins
It makes me cry
To see you hurt
You wipe my tears dry
And tell me it'll work out
But will it really?
Never has before.
Living with the dealt of sadness
As you try going for more
You felt the inside of my leg
Things happen too quickly
Why must things happen like this
Oh wait now theres a hickey
Stop doing this to me
I'm done with these games
I want to feel pure
Not living in your little picture frame of memories
Of past girls
Past lovers
They ruined me
And ruined you
Bring back the boy with the cute smile
Not looking for nothing but a good girl
With the heart beating faster then 400 miles an hour
-src
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poetrywhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
