Why is he doing this to me?

by his blue eyed baby   Aug 18, 2008


Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies,
My dying breath is his oxygen,
My blood is his water,
My scars are his drugs
He lives off of my heartache,
He thrives off of my pain
He has carved my deathbed,
He has written my final end,
Why is he slowly killing me?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Court

    Probably because you're ugly. Maybe that's why.

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