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by BeautifullyBroken Sep 12, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Hate consumes my love my fear of slipping under with a broken heart I'm falling is this really my life now...i wonder looking back i saw it all right to the point where i fell under the knife that pours blood stained upon my heart now I'm living hell What was the point in lying when all i did was try try to love you, now I'm dying slowly slipping under...i lie My dreams turn to my fears erased memories in the past how i was happy all those years why couldn't it all last...
by Crimson Heartbreak
A very feeling poem. It was touching.