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by Cola Jun 8, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
You talk about her all the time, The suicide you almost commit; I suffer through your tales of torture, But you only suffer a bit. I love you with a passion, And you will never know; You mean more than anything, Obviously is doesn't show. You cried yourself th sleep For her love that isn't pure; The heart that she is soon to break The will be no cure. I am sorry for telling you this, Because I love you so much; I miss our time together, I crave your very next touch. I know you will never love me, That is the reason I will not share; But even if I told you this, You wouldn't even care. I Finally told you the pain I suffer And you took it into your heart; You also took your blade out, And left me back at the start. The thought of loosing you Rips and tears my insides; You leaving me is worse than anything, I want to curl up and die. I would rather hear you torture me, Than risk loosing you forever; Anything to hear your voice, For my life you are the lever. I will slit my wrists for sure If it means you stay alive; I would use a nail, scissors! Heck, hand me one of those knives. You left my life today, And now I must leave as well; To be with you forever, I hope this turns out well.