Thursday, April 28, 2011

Bloody Shirt

Kiss my heart and make it better.
It fell so hard, and it hurts.
There's a hole in my chest,
blood on my shirt.
I'm afraid it won't heal over.
I want my revenge, I want you in pain,
but I want you happy more.
I want to get angry, slam the door,
instead watch it, wishing in vain,
and all I want in the end,
is for you to be healthy and free,
doing whatever you will
while I bleed out, alone and unseen
too numb to move, too hurt to scream.

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