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| Saturday, January 05, 2008 |
| Broken Glass |
Cold and Lonely
Partially Deranged
I Write Bad Poetry
I Draw Nonsensical Images
I Pray For Forgiveness
I Pray For Healing
I Need Help.
I Ask a Moment Of Your Time
Am I So Unworthy?
Beautiful, Smart, Classy
Words Chosen For Me By You
I Am Changed
Selfish, Uncaring, Thoughtless
Also My Labels From You
you ask me why i cry
ask where this stream of hot tears spring...
moments after you crush me.
Something You'd Said You Wouldn't Do!
AM I SO FRAGILE?!?
don't pick up my shards, they aren't worth cradling in your hands, their sharpness may cut, may make you bleed, may make you hurt
Heaven Forbid, as this world is meant to turn for you. Pardon my broken heart, the inconvenience of it must really cramp your style. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 1:10 PM  |
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