Broken and Dieing

by TotaMariee   Jun 14, 2007


I went to the doctors
one killer stabbing night
he proscribed me with a bottle of death,
he said my heart has died,
there was nothing anyone could do
in this f**ked up situation of a life

A nothing
will heal me now
I'm broken
I'm broken
and nothing will mend
my shattered f**ked up self
just leave me to cripple,
leave me to die

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  • 17 years ago

    by K3LSI3

    Thats sad but really good.

    Kelsie