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My life meant nothing
I was a piece of trash
The bloods on the bathroom sink
Memories flooded in a flash
This was the last of me
I gave up because it was too much
I always tried
Misunderstood longing for your touch
My body has died
I did this for everyone please don't judge
When I was alive I made mistakes
I became a statistic
I would never be great
I was broken and I couldn't fix it
The fuck ups were what I became
I'll miss you
I'll miss when you would say my name
I was a piece of trash
The bloods on the bathroom sink
Memories flooded in a flash
This was the last of me
I gave up because it was too much
I always tried
Misunderstood longing for your touch
My body has died
I did this for everyone please don't judge
When I was alive I made mistakes
I became a statistic
I would never be great
I was broken and I couldn't fix it
The fuck ups were what I became
I'll miss you
I'll miss when you would say my name
Published 29th Feb 2020
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23rd Apr 2020 4:08pm
Of this was a true experience I hope that your able to cope well. Also just a suggestion
“The bloods on the bathroom sink” Line you could very well make it into metaphor Or say something to the effect that stains your past. Blood stains are hard to wash off and take a special cleaning to remove.
“The bloods on the bathroom sink” Line you could very well make it into metaphor Or say something to the effect that stains your past. Blood stains are hard to wash off and take a special cleaning to remove.
24th Apr 2020 2:10pm
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