I am crying,
Not because I am dying,
But it hurts
I don't think it's healing,
Am I numb?
Or are my feelings?
I was so dumb,
It was all a game
And you played it well.
I am not the same,
I cannot sleep
Your words still cut deep.
I gave you my heart
Just to be played,and torn apart.
Where are my pills?
This pain kills
Words cut deeper
To those who love me
I will try
Not to cry,
Not to die,
But if this pain kills me
Mark at my grave
"SHE DIED BECAUSE
SHE COULD TAKE NO MORE PAIN."
YOU ARE READING
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