You're Fault

by Ken   Dec 16, 2004


I slashed my wrist,
You gave me pain.

It sears my skin,
It burns my veins.

I bled again,
And you're to blame.

It wasn't a joke,
It wasn't a game.

But nows is over,
nows it's done.

Now I'm gone
And you have won.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Yvette Gibson

    Wow umm thats deep really deep I love it thankx 4 sharing.