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by pvbeth Apr 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The sun rises over the hills through the trees the sunlight spills. it casts its glow on a house of old in this house a story was told the story was sad and depressing too this story my dear it twas of you it was the story of a love gone bad this love was ours, this love we had it was long and loving and a joyous time but that was before you comitted a crime this crime was a act that would tear us apart this crime you comitted has broken my heart you took my soul and my very being and you tore it apart without even caring you walked away leaving me here crying in pain and trembling with fear the marks on my arms and the pain left inside will leave unbearable scars that i cannot hide you have taken they joy out of being alive but yet i am here, and here i will strive you cannot hurt me anymore i am no longer just another chore im no longer afraid of the hands with which you battered the very essence of me, now it is tattered im through with you, your out of my life this i will end with the stab of a knife now your gone and i have nothing to fear and trust me when i say i will shed not a single tear.