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Oct 2012
I wished on every fallen eye lash,
I wished on every star,
But it seems like every time I try,
I gain just one more scar.

I can't take your pity.
You don't have to forgive me for my sins.
The only thing I ask of you,
Is can you please just be my friend?

You are no better than me or them;
We are all the same.
But only when your knife is in my back,
is the time you're content.

You shout harsh words,but we're the same.
You hurt,just like me,
and when you're hurt,you bleed.
I bled for you.

You were caught up in your own little games,
and you wouldn't even listen when I said,
"My soul died that night."

You wonder what Happened.
Why can't I speak?
Because all your words were hurtful,
When I'm hurt,I bleed.

But you don't understand,
the scars are making me weak.
I can't take your pity.
You don't have to forgive me for my sins.

The only thing I ask of you,
Is can you please,just be my friend.
I'm lying in the darkness.
You're hiding from yourself.
If you were my friend,
You never would have left me on the shelf.

The tears I shed are for the ones you've failed
to shed on your own.
They're not only mine, they're theirs as well.

Your family.
Your friends.
And you.

I tried to help you break down the wall,
But every chance you watched me fall.
I wished on every fallen eye lash,
I wished on every star,
But it seems like every time I try
I gain just one more scar.

I'll be waiting in the darkest corner
when you finally realize who you are.
While you are out there living your life,
Just remember;my soul died that night.

Give it some time yours is on its way.
As you're slowly trying to salvage the remains,
I'll be waiting, while I'm filling out your

Death certificate.
Kittridge James
Written by
Kittridge James  Olympia. Washington
(Olympia. Washington)   
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