Your not the same.
It hurts me,
That I'm the one
Who needs to take the blame.
You started getting angrier,
Because I left
You got so fragile,
As I slept
While I was gone
You rearranged
Your cold, hard heart,
Will never be the same
You may have chosen
To take that last hit.
But who was the person
That got you started?
It's all my fault
That you hate me now
And want me to
go **** myself..
So the reason that I'm writing you this evening
Is to say good bye, tell you that I'm leaving
But don't hold your breath cause I'm never coming back
Sincerly yours, the silent screamer.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Your not the same.
It hurts me,
That I'm the one
Who needs to take the blame.
You started getting angrier,
Because I left
You got so fragile,
As I slept
While I was gone
You rearranged
Your cold, hard heart,
Will never be the same
You may have chosen
To take that last hit.
But who was the person
That got you started?
It's all my fault
That you hate me now
And want me to
go **** myself..
So the reason that I'm writing you this evening
Is to say good bye, tell you that I'm leaving
But don't hold your breath cause I'm never coming back
Sincerly yours, the silent screamer.
I wrote this a while ago, I found this and I realized that I'm right back in the same spot I was when I wrote it and it hurts me.. I cry a lot about this cause it scares me.. Thinking about trying to **** myself again is terrifying and I hate it!
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