She came to my door, tears streaming down her face.
In her blabbering, she only spoke six words clearly,
"I don't belong in this place"
As I led her inside
I noticed the blood streaming down her wrist
I cut my sentence short and replied
Silence and ice cream
Same thing I got when I tried to hang out.
At the bottom of the bowl I saw her face gleam.
We hadn't spoke since she spat ******
As our connection leaked into the air,
I whispered "murderer"
As she lay leaking through band-aids and bandages
The red made me think of love
and how the feeling of hate has it's balances
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
She came to my door, tears streaming down her face.
In her blabbering, she only spoke six words clearly,
"I don't belong in this place"
As I led her inside
I noticed the blood streaming down her wrist
I cut my sentence short and replied
Silence and ice cream
Same thing I got when I tried to hang out.
At the bottom of the bowl I saw her face gleam.
We hadn't spoke since she spat ******
As our connection leaked into the air,
I whispered "murderer"
As she lay leaking through band-aids and bandages
The red made me think of love
and how the feeling of hate has it's balances
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