Devastation

by Jacqui   Apr 29, 2006


Have you no shame?
Look here! Look at my bleeding wrist.
You took that knife,
You took that knife and slit my wrist.
I know the truth now,
You never loved me, Well i never loved you.
We've gone our seperate ways, cleared our own paths.
Made the decisions.
But now i've rid of you, Still i cry.
Devastation, is the word i've given to life.

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