We'll Find.

by Passionate   Jan 17, 2006


I find myself lying there,
Give myself one last blank stare,
And end my life myself.
With my own hands,
The one they all said were cold,
Now i see the story that they all had
told.
As i watch the blood drip past,
Memories of love slip by,
I see my life flash by so fast,
But still don't see just what
I've done.
Still can't answer why?
The cold ground seems warm
compared to what he did to me,
The sky so black,
Darker than what part of me he left.
The blood so red,
so deep,
It really doesn't hurt as it seeps
out of me.
It's like a big story,
Never finished,
With no end.
Like those jeans,
Nothing more than a trend,
Never recognized,
Left out,
Forgotten,
Until it was just too late,
Her family decided her death
and fate.
She lies on the ground,
Wondering to get up,
Wondering when she'll be found,
Waiting for the day they allow him
To pick her up,
Let them go,
Realize this is no soap opera show.
Come to reality,
Wake up,
Let go,
Because I'm already gone,
Your just never around to know.

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  • 18 years ago

    by ash

    Hey sarah!don't worry,they'll notice sooner or later!!I love you,and just keep your head up babydoll!!And comment on my new one,the one from study hall the other day.love ya baby doll!!

    sweet lips(lol,weird)