Friday, December 23, 2011

let me,

I cry a lonely cry
I die a lonely death
and i still have many things to regret

I bleed lonely blood
and the pain has just begun

I laugh a lonely laugh
I talk a lonely talk
I pray a lonely prayer
and ask a lonely stranger;
'when will the pain go away? '
as I gash a lonely blade across my arm and faintly walk away

let me go. . . . . .

let me alone. . . . . . .

walking alone is the best way for me. . .

I'm  sorry for being harsh to you,
thanks for every single thing.

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