by Emily Feb 21, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Your heart is stopping, your hands are cold, your eyes are blood shot, and its time to let go. Your eyes have tears in them, your hands shake with fear, i never got to say what you wanted to really hear. Your parents wernt there for you, you lived your life alone, you had no money to by you own home. You never had love, until you met me, i never wanted to let you go, why couldnt you see? i missed you when you left me. i cried a million tears, there was cuts on my arms where the blood disappeared. I'm missing you now, and before, someday i'll see you without the gore. Someday i will get the chance once more. |