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Jan 2013
A small cut on my hand, wrapped in cloth and a rubber band
the smell of alcohol on my breath, only one bottle left.
My head swirls with strange things, I had enough of these mind games
my feet bare on the floor, I slowly make my way to the door.
She left without goodbye, I don't even think she cried
my heart shattered at the sight, now I'll have my lonely nights.
I slam the door shut, burning engulfed my cut
I pick up the bottle and break off the lid, if only I didn't do what I did.
I scream her name to the wind, why did this have to end
I should've acted like a gentleman, to hell I'll be ******.
I try to drink away the pain, find a way to become sane
I throw the bottle at the wall, watch as the glass falls.
Shattered now at my feet, I fall down in defeat
cup the glass in my palm, the searing pain seems calm.
I lay on the floor crying, i feel like I'm dying
she took my heart when she left, she took it without regret.
I can't undo the past, I can't fix shattered glass.
Lily Marx
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Lily Marx
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