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Blood by nitroblac

There it is again on my chin,

Black and blue broken pieces of me lay across this floor ,

I'm watching the door waiting for the handle to clink,

Life is blurred and the lense is cracked ,

I would laugh ony it hurts too much .

Would you take my body broken and it whole ?

Could you realine those pieces long out of snyc?

Broken and whispering to you I wonder what u see when u look at me ?

You were once my protector now my hater?

Red and gushing I am taken again as my head hits the floor ,

As I open these swollen eyes I try to cry for the years I've waisted but nothing comes but a broken dry whisper,

Hate is an ugly word and y it is upon my lips ,

Now years later you are bleeding and I am laughing ,

Ruby and bright and I am free ,

Years past and here I am awake crying for what you took from me and nobody know

except this page I write upon,

This was wrote for my friend and she is alone anymore I just wish she told me sooner,

 

 


Posted on 05/23/2008 6:43 PM Visits: 44
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