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by StitchedxDarkness May 13, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Pained by his lies, not a trace of truth in them, he leaves the girl, broken and sad, no longer believing in love.. cuts at her wrists, her arms as well, words written carved in her arms.. words written in blood on the walls, her goodbyes.. she gave him her heart, he caught her when she fell, now she knows the truth.. did he really love her? a liar, bullshit spewing from his mouth, a cheater... with each memory, a cut was made.. the room faded, the girl was near her escape.. with the final memory, he said she was the only one, the final cut was made.. the girl fell limp, lying on the floor, in a pool of her blood, and broken memories....
by Leneigh
This poem is really good i love it!