It hurts.
When you love someone...

I lay on the bed,
With the gun by my side...

Not mine, but SO sad...

You start backstabbing me,
Going against your word...

The moon cast shadows o'er the land,
The hour of eleven was at hand...

Knock me to the ground,
Make me wonder why...

I will take this razor blade,
And write a story on my wrist...

She was only a little girl,
two little pigtails in her hair...

You told me you liked me
and i thought you might...

Promises.
Empty words...

Not mine, But I love it! And not exactly a poem...
Month One...

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