when you last saw me
i was a pretty carcass
wasn't i?
painted up for the funeral, you were
my pallbearer and up the stairs
you took me. i sat on your
shoulders because no
one else came to
my funeral.
just you
and
i.
when you last saw me
i was a pretty carcass,
covered in dirt and worms
and decomposing leaves.
in your arms you took me, your tears
washing the grime from my pale,
dead face. i remember how
it felt to watch you cry
for the first time and
i wished i was still
alive to tell you
not to. It was
just you
and
i.
when you last saw me,
i was a pretty carcass.
your love died with me that day.
and when you last saw me,
i was only a carcass
you wanted desperately to love.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
when you last saw me
i was a pretty carcass
wasn't i?
painted up for the funeral, you were
my pallbearer and up the stairs
you took me. i sat on your
shoulders because no
one else came to
my funeral.
just you
and
i.
when you last saw me
i was a pretty carcass,
covered in dirt and worms
and decomposing leaves.
in your arms you took me, your tears
washing the grime from my pale,
dead face. i remember how
it felt to watch you cry
for the first time and
i wished i was still
alive to tell you
not to. It was
just you
and
i.
when you last saw me,
i was a pretty carcass.
your love died with me that day.
and when you last saw me,
i was only a carcass
you wanted desperately to love.
this is about a suicide attempt.
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