or sign in with e-mail
by xbloodonyourfloorx Jul 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
It's over, I'm dying, I can't take this anymore, I'm so sick of your lying, The blood is pooling on the floor. As I lay here, On the cold, bloody stone, I am without fear, Knowing I will die alone. I know you never wanted me, No matter how you tried to pretend, I just want you to be happy, So I'm bringing this to an end. I don't expect you to be sorry, I don't expect you to care, Or be sad, so don't worry, You can pretend I was never there.