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The Choices of My Past.
Each cut runs deep.
And oh, how i love to watch them bleed.
Each beat of my heart,
Ridding me of the love i had for you.
My stomach churns,
Thinking its the end of an era.
Wondering how we could have fallen apart.
How we were so good together.
What brought me here?
With this knife in my hand.
I'll cut away the pain.
If it will make you understand.
I'll never be the same.
The only faith i had left is gone.
I'm left alone, while you carry on.
Published 16th Sep 2011
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27th Jan 2012 5:00pm
I felt this and it hurts.
My best friend was in love with me, he use to cut, got him to stop, we dated, broke up, still love each other, but we'll never be together again. And it hurts-- ive always Thought about cutting but never could bring myself to but now my mind sometimes tells me i should (but i more likely wont)
My best friend was in love with me, he use to cut, got him to stop, we dated, broke up, still love each other, but we'll never be together again. And it hurts-- ive always Thought about cutting but never could bring myself to but now my mind sometimes tells me i should (but i more likely wont)
