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My Final Words My life revovles around you You and I cross paths I love you... Can't you see? I think of you... Can't you believe? Is this how my life works? Is this what I do everyday? I know you love me, but what else is left to say? Even now I can't stay with you my love No one will allow it... Not even you So please my sweetie pie... Please, please don't cry My final words spread through the sky As I end this life "I'm so sorry... I love you... Goodbye"... Read More
I Live For You The days of lonliness overcame me The words full of lies destroyed my heart A day without you is what I feel "Do you love me?" I ask you and myself constantly The sadness that leaked out and entered my body and soul had spreaded The tears that pour out of my eyes made my heart sore You've made me too sad to even breathe You've made me too mad to even smile You've made to fearful to even believe You've hurt me too much for so long "But why are you still with me?" You ask Why?... Read More
Why Did You Have To Leave Me Here Alone In The DarkNess....?My Heart Has Been Changing i Feel Nothing My Life Sucks....No Friends....No Comfert...And No More You.......Everytime i Think Of You Apart Of My Soul Dies And I Cry Over And Over Again........These heartless people dont care about our relationship they once were our friends....i remeber when we always use to say to eachother "If i have you here im okay"........But Since Youve Left My Heart has Been strugling for life.....all these peopl... Read More
like alwayz comment sayin wat u think. ~ The Last Lullaby This will be my last lullaby, This will be my last good night Black rose petals, Once red, laying on the floor never seeing the light Once laid down, I’ll be at rest Death will come, I’ll now be blessed This is my last lullaby, The darkness of night Lonesome will be my last sight I’ll never be missed Blood running down my fists You won’t miss me But yet when I look tears I see When I was here, I wasn’t ca... Read More
here's another depressing poem. i'll be adding alot more sice i've been bored. so tell meh what you think ~Prayer of the Dead Dear lover, How would you know, you couldn’t tell, If it was night, blinding without light, How could you know if I fell Please don’t blame yourself My death was my own fate Death has came there’s no one to blame The hour of my death had actually came late Death wasn’... Read More
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