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Sep 2010
i cant keep my promises
to never do it again
i cant control my moods
theres blood stains on the broken glass
and blood pouring from my hands.
torn up letters and pictures
****** fingerprints covering them.
pacing back and forth from room to room
tossing and turning when i try to lay down my head.
i cant escape the belitteling words or broken promises
empty pill bottle after bottle trying to ease the pain
rocking back and forth closed eyes hands tight against my head
theres no escape from the cold steel blade
that rests in my hand.
it haunts me
with every breath i struggle to take
it sickens me
till i give in
copyright 2010
christopher_trigger
Written by
christopher trigger
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