My heart,
is screaming.
Like the knife,
has been cutting again.
Every guy that I date,
seems to turn into my father.
They promise not to break my heart,
yet, they keep hitting the knife.
Half of them have changed,
from sweet to sour.
Sometimes I feel like crying,
though I know I shouldn't.
People wonder why,
I talk of dying.
The reason is simple,
I can't take the emotions anymore.
They're killing me,
draining my life.
But I guess,
people won't care.
I'm not important,
to this world.
So, if I cut,
would you cry?
If I bleed,
would you yell?
If you care,
would you say something?
Would you let me die,
or stop me before?
If I die,
will you miss me?
COMMENTS
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snakecarmer
01:01 Apr 29 2009
sad but love it